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You sit there, legs crossed, dressed in ragged black.
Patient, calm, waiting. Your blue eyes steady on me.
I pretend nothing is wrong, but you are not fooled.
And while I sleep, you hold me, and lick away my salt tears.

queer.net v gay.com

So, being fed up with the ads bombarding me with pictures of mostly to entirely naked (but carefully posed) men with bodies the likes of which I very rarely see in real life, I took one of those wild stabs in the net and found queer.net. I wasn’t terribly surprised to see it be something of the form “I don’t know what I want to put here yet, but I want to make it a place where you can feel free to express your inner being, without hookups and pictures of naked guys”. Undirected idealism is only mildly more appealing to me than heavily targeted advertising focused only on sex and clothes.

Yayayayay (I think).

So, I have photos (that I will assemble into a webpage tomorrow) of some of my furniture that I’m selling. I have a FoaF (whom I met, and know a little about and who seems pretty live-with-able) who is looking into shared housing foo in berkeley, and I have database stuff to do in the morning for the aclu. Haven’t had much facetime outside spanish class, and my boss coming in for informational/motivational meetings with me. Is it any surprise I’m up late looking for human contact online (pst, Stephen, here’s a clue, looking in the wrong place, go home, sleep, hang out with friends, when they’re conscious).

Watching ‘como aqua para chocolate’ (like water for chocolate) for class tomorrow. So. Damn. Tired.

See yinz tomorrow

pictures

Well, I downloaded everything from my camera, and put it on a web server. Plus some old stuff. go to http://delight.andrew.cmu.edu/scu/photos/ for a complete listing. For those of you interested in pictures of the ms150 bikeride or the stuff I’m selling there are the respective links.

I will actually turn the stuff I’m selling into a complete and more informative webpage. As for the rest, I may well do so if I get around to it =)

I knew I’d do it.

Writing a big long list, typing in urls that would be of use to me, and closing the windows containing the urls, then what do I do? I close the window I’m writing the list in. But I can reconstruct, because I’m just that good =)

So, gay.com isn’t a totally useless sinkhole. Chatting with guys on there today yielded many jobfinding/apartment hunting links. On top of the universally recommended craigslist, I got bayinsider, bayareahelpwanted, the management center, and their publication, opportunityknocks, and finally Bach Personnel, the only specifically gay employment agency I’ve ever heard of =)

I was also pointed towards planetout and the sf bay times (local gay paper) for personals geared more towards dating than a quick fuck.

And last, but not least, for my link collecting joy, nlanza pointed me towards these beauties of political dissent (in another medium)

Warcraft III, my teeth, spanish, and SF

The nightelves are too cool to suck as much as they do, but alas, they do suck. <pout>

I’m all filled in. It was kinda weird seeing in on camera. Only a little novacaine was used, for one of the four teeth.

I’m not screwed in spanish, I can catch up.

Tom’s going to come out to sf (albeit more temporarily) the day after I do. Yay Tom (aka tardis.

I’ve priced and taken digiphotos of all my stuff I mean to sell, and will soon construct a webpage with dimensions and prices, though most of it has already been semiclaimed by someone. I’ll deal with excess books later.

Today

So, whoa.

Got up late, after wcIII-ing until 4am. Into work, satisfactory status meeting, heard back from my awkward snailmail to Scott Treleaven via email, sent him a loooong reply, mostly about defining what it means to be punk, which all sorta flowed. He should be sending out my copy of the video on friday or so. No idea how long it’ll take to get here. Hopefully before I leave, if not, it’s going to tardis anyway, so he can bounce it along to me, after watching it or whatever. =)

Now off to spanish (after having skipped like 2 or 3 classes)

Whee.