like a shovel spliced light into dirt
Human consciousness is a machine reflecting on itself.
This machine got up at 5 this morning to do a radio show.
What I am feeling now, incidentally, is longing. #
like a shovel spliced light into dirt
Human consciousness is a machine reflecting on itself.
This machine got up at 5 this morning to do a radio show.
What I am feeling now, incidentally, is longing. #
April 16th, 2003 at 7:49 pm
…and I’m feeling sort of thirsty, right now.
April 17th, 2003 at 5:46 am
I didn’t know there was ANYTHING that could get you out of bed at 5- isn’t that when you usually turn in?
Is this routine in preparation for the “neural prosthetic hour with marimba accompaniment and Dave Matthews intros and outros” morning radio show? Dad isn’t sure if there is a wide enough audience… But we admire your ambition!
I’m sure this will all fit together somehow!! I think you’re having fun???
April 17th, 2003 at 9:13 am
New entry on resume’: MORNING DRIVE in L.A.:-)
April 17th, 2003 at 7:11 pm
What’s that you say? Am I seeing Neil Young TWICE in July? Did I just buy tickets?
I finally have a reason to go on - incentive to continue to live this boring life of mine!
Neil’s coming to town! Neil’s coming to town!
(I hope I’m not sounding like a sad bastard)