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yes, i know, i've been away for a bit.
geocities no longer allows ftp uploading, and quite honestly, using the file manager to upload just annoys the living fuck out of me. so i just didn't deal with it until the guilt got the better of me and boom, there you have it, i've updated and put up all the entries for the past three weeks or so.
does anyone know of a domain registrar that allows you to remain anonymous? it might be easier all around if i just got out of the freehosting world altogether. it's that, or quit, i think. maybe.
in other news, work is still work. i am still obsessed with the parking garage, though i will try not to subject you to any more photos of it. i don't know why i love concrete parking garages so much--some strange combination of the damp cold smell, the strange acoustics, the inherently creepy nature of walking past rows and rows of empty cars. yesterday, eight white cars were parked in a row, followed by six blue, and then four red. they couldn't have had a more patriotic moment if they'd tried.
it looks as though my former company, the one i really really wanted to be able to go back to, will not be able to pull themselves out of their fatal tailspin. all the talk now is of auctions, and creditors, and not a single word about backwages or rehiring. it is terribly depressing. i loved working there, loved the people, felt about as at home as one can feel at a workplace. i try not to think about it too much, or it makes me angry, as well as sad.
it's been raining here. a lot. just thought you should know that.
gene and i are thinking about a vacation. just a short one to try and find some sunshine and get away from everything that is making us crazy. maybe a week in vegas or san diego. or just driving to eastern washington to look at the bigass grand coulee dam. it is a mighty mighty beast of a dam, it is. one of the largest concrete structures in the world.
again with all the concrete.
i wonder if there is such a thing as a concrete fetish. maybe i should just build myself a giant house of concrete and then i would be happy all the time. there's a fabulous one on the columbia river, maryhill museum. it was originally built as a residence, by the same guy who built the concrete stonehenge down there. a man after my own heart.
could this be any more fragmented? i think not.
therefore, i am not.
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