December 2002

Auld Lang Syne

31 December 2002

And so another year comes to a close. I made new friends around the world, and lost old friends to death and disinterest. I was loved, and despised, too. Money was made, and pissed away. Adventures were experienced, and tedium endured. I’ve had epiphanies, and been incredibly stupid. In other words, it was just another [...]

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Snail mail

30 December 2002

Free for the asking, until 01/02/03: snail mail from Hidden City. Send me your address (via postoffice at hiddencity dot net) and I’ll drop a little something in the mail for you. Oh, and here’s a little something for Matt, too. Share/Bookmark

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Sublime to ridiculous in 24 hours

29 December 2002

Yesterday I went to the Everglades with my friends Sherri and Diana. It was a beautiful day, so my camera was quite busy. Today I went down to Coconut Grove to witness the spectacle of the 21st Annual King Mango Strut, a parody of the now defunct King Orange Parade. As always, it was sick [...]

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Fashion

28 December 2002

Earlier this evening I decided not to shave my head, for all the wrong reasons. I was a little depressed over the rapidly declining days of my vacation, and my lack of productive behavior. Also, only a couple of the people here in my physical environment were at all supportive of the idea; while the [...]

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Idle thoughts

27 December 2002

I sat on the porch with HobGoblin this morning, reading a book about Miami, drinking coffee, and enjoying the cool weather (low 60s). It almost feels like I’m on vacation. But now I need to put on some shoes and trudge forth into shopping hell—I’ve got a Best Buy gift card buring a hole in [...]

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Happy and merry

25 December 2002

To everyone who celebrates this holiday, whether in a sacred or secular fashion, enjoy it with your family and friends. If you don’t celebrate it, may you at least find a safe place to hide from the hordes of celebrants until the day passes. And if the holidays get you down—and I certainly know that [...]

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1965: Makings of an anarchist

24 December 2002

In a fit of seasonal nostalgia, I scanned a couple of old photos demonstrating that my violent anarchist/extremist roots go way back. For Christmas in 1965 I received both a James Bond gun-in-a-suitcase kit (that fired red rubber bullets from a hole in the case, too), and a wind-up round bomb, suitable for throwing (as [...]

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Vanity

23 December 2002

For a while now I’ve been considering shaving my head. Now I’m the first to acknowledge that I wouldn’t have to shave all that much, and my hair grows fairly quickly, so it isn’t an irreversible change. (Getting a William S. Burroughs quote tattooed on my arm, however, would be.) Nonetheless, I’ve been feeling out [...]

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Vidiot

21 December 2002

I finally tweaked the Hidden City Video Library‘s code enough to put it on-line. This should make it easier for you to discover how disturbed my taste really is. The next phase of the project is to link to my reviews of these films, which are currently buried in the moribund Hidden City Cinema. I [...]

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Violet sky

20 December 2002

I was coming home from shopping on Lincoln Road the other day when I saw the most brilliant sunset I believe I’ve ever experienced. The photo above doesn’t do it justice at all—it was violet, deepening into indigo, with a brilliant red core at ground level. It was so astonishing that Diana and I both [...]

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