| someone leaves, something returns |
| [9539] by "andrea" (ppp-87-49.26-151.libero.it)
on Fri 22 Feb 2002 12:56:43
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Dangeroustype leaves, but she'll return: I met her on this little bizarre thing that www.habbo.com is. Goodbye Geneva: you'll be back, I am sure.
Someone is away, someone awakes, someone never leaves. And then there's me: my presence is interleaved with voids, voids, and voids.
My feelings are very strange at this time.
All I can do is working: I travel Italy up and down, I've been in my father's homeland deep in the south, Sicily, which I never visited before. Fish, oranges, and sun. I've been in Naples: dirt, thieves, nise. I've been here, I've been there, I've been listening and speaking. I'm living the Fight Club life - always in an airport, catching single portions of life.
"Do you want a seat by the window?"
"Of course, thank you"
And so on.
In a week I may be stable again, in Verona. Such a cold city, such cold people, many problems awaiting me. I can't have a true relationship. I can't have a day which I can call "mine" at all. What can I have for now? Maybe a place in this board, now and then ;)
.andrea
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| [9520] by "DangerousType" (dnvr-dsl-gw21-poold96.dnvr.uswes)
on Thu 21 Feb 2002 19:06:38
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Well my friends - the times they are a changin'. I'll be away for a while and out of contact with this sleeping little board. I've resigned my teaching position and will be traveling throughout the US working with American Indian tribes to save sacred sites and rebury the remains of Indians who have been dug up for highways and condominiums and the like. It has been an adventure here - my first message board. Does this make me an LC virgin? I've enjoyed this time and feel I've come to know and care about so many of you. Your traumas kept me awake at night and pondering while I was driving. Your hearts and their passionate expressions of connection and anxious separation gave me insight into the male psyche that I might never have believed. You guys have added to my life and I'll be thinking about you for years. I am the Phoenix rising from the ashes. I am the Coral snake Woman. I am the DangerousType. I'll see ya,
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| Roll Call |
| [9369] by "FrereKhan" (cache1.anu.edu.au)
on Fri 15 Feb 2002 04:35:39
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I'm here!
Pregant pause... |
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| [9297] by "FrereKhan" (cache1.anu.edu.au)
on Tue 12 Feb 2002 04:53:14
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Interest and seediness, safety and boredom... Most unfortunate that the pairs should correlate so well, but still form such a dichotomy...
So here I am in Canberra, most insipid of capital cities. Fantastic university guys, but there's f-all to do after 5:30...
I'm staying at a student college on campus; attending a Machine Learning Summer School. Means: death by mathematics. Unless by some chance I survive the next fortnight.
Incredible that a room can embody such a feeling of emptyness. Or rather the opposite: so many people have claims on its memory from years of anonymous usage that all the meaning has been sucked out of it. It smells of despair, somehow.
Fast forward time: take a photo: a temporal average of a scene over a short time period. Extend the period; take a 'time duration' shot with a long shutter speed. Things start to blur of course; but you will notice that it's only the moving things. Perform an exposure over an hour: people will appear as an almost transparant smear over the intransience of the REAL world. A hour is not long; already the frantic motions of our life are rendered insignificant by the grinding of the wheel.
Perspective, people.
In this room's geologically insigficant lifetime... if I stood in the one spot for two weeks, would I make any impression at all? The message light blinks on the phone, but I don't have the code... Fragments of someone else's memory.
Vertigo: the sensation you get when you suddenly see farther than you expected. Do I only really exist in the memories of others? Do I occupy some small fragments of your imaginations, my friends? Some text; a nickname; a cipher of a photo...
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| [9188] by "FrereKhan" (bowerbird.qut.edu.au)
on Wed 06 Feb 2002 19:27:58
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Veav I see your Gene Catlowness! |
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| [9112] by "Anonymous" (public.kmatrix.it)
on Mon 04 Feb 2002 06:23:41
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Prova |
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| Possibly self-answering query |
| [9083] by "FrereKhan" (bluebird.qut.edu.au)
on Sun 03 Feb 2002 00:39:37
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Where IS Nosferatu these days? |
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| done... |
| [9059] by "andrea" (ppp-178-65.26-151.libero.it)
on Sat 02 Feb 2002 11:03:44
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...but undone.
Nice? Bad?
Impressions, please. |
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| update that no one cares about, but it helps to talk |
| [9039] by "Veavitdpoh" (136.204.213.130)
on Fri 01 Feb 2002 17:26:43
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Things have changed... I no longer fear my Y like I once did. She has returned to the primordial state of being so human that drew my attention and my eventual trust in the first place. Is everything all right? No. Do we still fight? Yes. But time passes, and this changes, and she makes me smile. I'm easily amused - I smile and laugh at many things, but it's always "ha ha, that was funny, what else is on"... she is one of the very few people who makes the smile stay. What's past is prologue; I think, perhaps, my Y is with me yet, despite how far I pushed her away. And I'm glad. |
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| demostration |
| [9036] by "Proxy Thing" (proxy3a.lmco.com)
on Fri 01 Feb 2002 16:09:26
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Three times the ideaz! |
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