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2002: Where Are We Now?
Living Situation:
"Hole in the Wall," a very nice one-bedroom apartment in McKinney, TX -- a town in the midst of transition from historical old-west town to far-north suburbs. Walls, ceilings, carpets are cream colored and therefore covered with colored sheets and paintings by friends. Books and movies occupy every available space. The lack of furniture and the high color against the white gives it a rather North-African feel.
Favorite Movies (off the top of my head):
Anything Gilliam, Yellow Submarine, Nightmare Before Christmas, Shallow Grave, Trainspotting, LA Confidential, The Usual Suspects, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Fight Club, Almost Famous, Animal Crackers, Sneakers, The Star Wars trilogy, Tron, Explorers, Strictly Ballroom, 7 1/2, M, Neverending Story, Labyrinth, The Great Muppet Caper, Dark Crystal, Fearless Vampire Killers, and probably dozens of others.
Favorite Bands (off the top of my head):
Radiohead, The Who, Steriolab, The Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel, NIN, Cornelius, Roxy Music, Jeff Buckley, Yes, Jim Copp & Ed Brown, Art of Noise, Iggy Pop. . .
Favorite Books (ditto):
Narnia Chronicles, House of Leaves, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Ender's Game, Cryptonomicon, Lord of the Flies, Trainspotting, The Three Musketeers. . .
Style of Dress:
Gutterpixie
Current Obsessions:
HP, Narnia, LoTR, animal selves, Handel, Shakespeare, the short short, Almost Famous, Personality Tests, pretty colors, fortune-telling, sushi, finding the American Dream.
Pseudo-religions:
Taoism, Veganism, Existentialism, Quantum Physics, Psychology, Economics
Drugs of Choice:
Fanfiction. Hugs.
Most of my time is spent. . .
In school, at the dojo, online, or in transit.
Relative happiness
Moving out of limbo
2001: A year in review
I started the year living with Uncle Rex and Stretch, new to Kung Fu, new to Taoism, new to Economics. Valancy was in Spain; Patrick and I had not known each other long. The hpsrpg had barely started. Chris Blacker and I started talking again, although we later stopped when he moved to a commune and I could no longer get hold of him.
Over the course of the year I stopped eating cow products, and then animal products (within reason). . . I upheld the fairly new "I don't date" rule, on the grounds that I don't like me when I'm in a relationship. Currently the rule is being rexamined solely because it has not helped me avoid all the angst I was trying to evade since people keep assuming it gives them licence to act as though I'm dating them.
I've written a lot, and a lot of it has been good. I'd missed being a writer.
I miss theater.
Val and I moved in together, and there have been various disasters. I became a yellowbelt. I took half a dozen roadtrips, once driving 21 hours in a stretch, but never found what I was looking for.
I maintain my hope.
For the first 6 months of 2001, my mood was highly stable -- energetic and upbeat. Then I lost a lot of friends, had my heart fractured into smaller pieces than even I had thought possible, grew ever more isolated, had a handful of nervous breakdowns, and developed a pathological fear of selling out.
There were midlife crises, oh yes.
The Parents remodled their house, and are still in the process of doing so. I had long hair for a while, and developed an anti-fashion fashion sense.
I got to being a pretty good cook, all things considered.
Kim had baby Jackson; Mary moved to England. I decided to get a doctorate, and then decided not to get a doctorate, which is a subject for another entry. I played a lot of Diplomacy.
I think I moved forward, but since I was facing backward at the time it felt like the opposite.
"Hole in the Wall," a very nice one-bedroom apartment in McKinney, TX -- a town in the midst of transition from historical old-west town to far-north suburbs. Walls, ceilings, carpets are cream colored and therefore covered with colored sheets and paintings by friends. Books and movies occupy every available space. The lack of furniture and the high color against the white gives it a rather North-African feel.
Favorite Movies (off the top of my head):
Anything Gilliam, Yellow Submarine, Nightmare Before Christmas, Shallow Grave, Trainspotting, LA Confidential, The Usual Suspects, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Fight Club, Almost Famous, Animal Crackers, Sneakers, The Star Wars trilogy, Tron, Explorers, Strictly Ballroom, 7 1/2, M, Neverending Story, Labyrinth, The Great Muppet Caper, Dark Crystal, Fearless Vampire Killers, and probably dozens of others.
Favorite Bands (off the top of my head):
Radiohead, The Who, Steriolab, The Beatles, Simon & Garfunkel, NIN, Cornelius, Roxy Music, Jeff Buckley, Yes, Jim Copp & Ed Brown, Art of Noise, Iggy Pop. . .
Favorite Books (ditto):
Narnia Chronicles, House of Leaves, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Ender's Game, Cryptonomicon, Lord of the Flies, Trainspotting, The Three Musketeers. . .
Style of Dress:
Gutterpixie
Current Obsessions:
HP, Narnia, LoTR, animal selves, Handel, Shakespeare, the short short, Almost Famous, Personality Tests, pretty colors, fortune-telling, sushi, finding the American Dream.
Pseudo-religions:
Taoism, Veganism, Existentialism, Quantum Physics, Psychology, Economics
Drugs of Choice:
Fanfiction. Hugs.
Most of my time is spent. . .
In school, at the dojo, online, or in transit.
Relative happiness
Moving out of limbo
2001: A year in review
I started the year living with Uncle Rex and Stretch, new to Kung Fu, new to Taoism, new to Economics. Valancy was in Spain; Patrick and I had not known each other long. The hpsrpg had barely started. Chris Blacker and I started talking again, although we later stopped when he moved to a commune and I could no longer get hold of him.
Over the course of the year I stopped eating cow products, and then animal products (within reason). . . I upheld the fairly new "I don't date" rule, on the grounds that I don't like me when I'm in a relationship. Currently the rule is being rexamined solely because it has not helped me avoid all the angst I was trying to evade since people keep assuming it gives them licence to act as though I'm dating them.
I've written a lot, and a lot of it has been good. I'd missed being a writer.
I miss theater.
Val and I moved in together, and there have been various disasters. I became a yellowbelt. I took half a dozen roadtrips, once driving 21 hours in a stretch, but never found what I was looking for.
I maintain my hope.
For the first 6 months of 2001, my mood was highly stable -- energetic and upbeat. Then I lost a lot of friends, had my heart fractured into smaller pieces than even I had thought possible, grew ever more isolated, had a handful of nervous breakdowns, and developed a pathological fear of selling out.
There were midlife crises, oh yes.
The Parents remodled their house, and are still in the process of doing so. I had long hair for a while, and developed an anti-fashion fashion sense.
I got to being a pretty good cook, all things considered.
Kim had baby Jackson; Mary moved to England. I decided to get a doctorate, and then decided not to get a doctorate, which is a subject for another entry. I played a lot of Diplomacy.
I think I moved forward, but since I was facing backward at the time it felt like the opposite.
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