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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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survival of the fittest explains all things Thursday, February 27 1997 Obscure but true thing to say today: the children of socially immature people have more luxury in their infancies.At Comet, I finally captured some still frames from the video shot on my birthday. These ended up on a web page. More may soon follow.
I went to the new pawn shop on Greenville Avenue and managed to talk down the price of a keyboard with a bank of 100 different voices with the woman running the counter. It went from seventy to 55 dollars. It's a less flexible keyboard than Bn's, but I aim to mar it with some electronic modifications inappropriate for something that belongs to someone else. Also, it is physically smaller than Bn's keyboard and thus a little easier to find room for. At the Shaque I had to figure out how to power the thing, since it didn't come with a power supply. I will probably build a number of custom effects and a power supply into it. The technology exists to make some very cool sounds for very little money.
I drank brandy on the 40 mile drive back to Charlottesville. Per a specific invitation, I visited Jenfariello at her house on Wertland. I haven't visited her at all since our little romantic "fling" in January. That we haven't seen each other much since isn't related to any bad blood between us; we've just been distracted by other things. We watched bad American television comedy and talked about a number of things, including that she has a new boyfriend named Dave who lives with or near Liz West in an apartment above one of the businesses on the Corner on University Ave. I couldn't think who Dave is, but she told me he has had dreams with me in them. She also told me that her old boyfriend Austin (a regular at the horrid crash pad across the street in the Wertland Apartments) still leaves notes on the windshield of her car asking her to "go get fucked up" with him. I told Jen that I get along well with Austin, but that he doesn't know the underlying situation.
By the way, one of my pages is at the top of Altavista relevance for "art in charlottesville" or "charlottesville artists." I use it as a place to advertise upcoming shows in the Downtown Artspace that Jen manages. She was very pleased with the updated version of the page I created last night. My animation of the astrology signs morphing one into the other around and around is now pretty much complete (I tweaked it some on tonight's shift). I'm very proud of it and so end this page with a little demonstration of it.
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