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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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   project batcave
Tuesday, March 5 2002
In an effort to get a little more focus for my projects and to give Gretchen more alone time, I've decided to set up a little makeshift office amongst the boxes and pipes of the basement. Today I went down there and cleared myself out a tiny space and then began fashioning a crude desk out of scrap wood and old bricks. Somehow I'll have to get an ethernet cable and an extension cord down there, but in the meantime I've been building myself a dream "second computer" from scratch for use in this stark, contemplative environment. Other useful accommodations might include a liquor cabinet, a coffee maker, and perhaps even a little cot. Should someone inadvertently lock me in down there, I can always send Gretchen an instant message telling her to set me free. It'll be sort of like a 21st Century version of Franz Kafka's ideal writer's cell.
(According to Matt Rogers, Franz Kafka dreamed of an ideal writerly life in which he would be a captive at the bottom of a well, having paper and food lowered down to him in a bucket and then having his completed manuscripts and feces lifted back out.)
Yesterday John (my old Los Angeles housemate) called me for the first time in months from Vermont, where he has taken a job as an associate dean at some college there. When I told him about my plan to set up an office in the basement, he referred to it as "the batcave." I think that's what I'll call it.

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