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Hey, j-blenders!
Are you ready for your 15 minutes of fame? Well, now you have a chance at your time in the spotlight by helping me complete this page by capturing your fave moments on j-blend.
To take a snapshot of the cam, simply click on the postcards button under the picture.
Then, send it to me. Include your name and location, too. It's that easy.
If I like the pic I'll include it here, with a credit to you! I know this is what you've always dreamed of... Well, don't let it go to your head or anything. |
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> cam archive 2
> home
> j-blend journal
> haiku
> my likes
> my reading list
> my links
> whipped words |
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I sleep on cam all the time, so it's not a real shock to wake up and get messages like, "Did you have a bad dream last night?" Quite often, the viewers guess correctly about whether or not I've had a good night's sleep or the nature of my dreams. It's kind of eerie. When I started this, I had no idea people would have such insight. Thanks to Josh for this 11/12/99 pic. |
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| This is when I changed from a virtual pride flag to the real thing. There was a candle on the computer table, which explains the weird lighting. But it's an interesting pic, all the same. Thanks to Kiki Santana on 12/7/99. |
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I was obviously in a very serious, studious mood January 25, 2000 when Ed took this pic of me. I wonder what I was up to? Probably doing homework, I guess. It was chilly in the apartment that day... that's obvious, with the coat I'm wearing. |
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| Here you see a very important character in the continuing saga. Jim is my arch-nemesis/best friend. Odd combination, I know, but so are we. Jim is my roommate and best buddy. Here's Jim, perfidiously plotting against me. What could he be up to? Thanks to Jim's kindness, I can operate my world domination and electronic media infiltration headquarters in his apartment! Thanks, Jim! Pic courtesy of "Nobody", 2/2/00. |
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My e-pal, a Jesuit priest and schoolteacher in Canada, snapped this one of me as I was reacting to his adorable 4th grade class. The bemused look on my face is actually due to recollections of my own experiences teaching elementary school kids. I know what a mixed blessing that age group can be! Thanks, Jesuit guy Jeffrey, for this 2/5/00 picture. |
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| "I was up tonight looking for another 'noir' shot of you in front of the cam. We should, nay, MUST!!! Get a cig in your hand, a fedora on your head, and the shade: nitrate," wrote my Chicago e-pal Gavin in January. A few nights later, he caught me doing the funny camera angle thing again. Thanks to Gavin (Gemimi Extrordinaire) for this rare film noir shot from the j-blend viewer on the evening of 2/5/00. |
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I guess it's obvious that some of my readings for class are a little less than exciting. If you're watching and I'm studying, I'll soon be dozing off, more than likely... Don't you hate it when you are trying to study and you fall asleep? That's so annoying! I appreciate the mysterious folks at camarades, who sent me this on 2/6/00. |
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I sleep late... because I can. Admit it, you'd do the same thing if you were in my bunny slippers. I sleep late so that I can more fully appreciate the differences between being awake and being asleep. Oh, and because I'm incredibly lazy, too. Some people ask if sleeping with the cam is creepy. I tell them that sleeping without a cam is creepy, since nobody can watch after you. A great woman once said that it's pointless if nobody's watching. How true. Thanks, Josh, for this crisp picture. Josh snapped this one up on the morning of 2/10/00. |
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Here I am with a SEVERE hangover. Kids, don't try this at home. Again, I love to toy with camera angles to see if I can create any interesting effects. Every now and then, I do. Here, I look upset, but I'm just uneasily on the cusp of wakefullness and dreaming. It's a perilous position! Thanks again to Josh for this 2/10/00 pic. |
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Gavin tuned in when I got my beautiful Bondi blue iBook. In a true display of humility and grace, I stifled the urge to be a "show off." For about 10 minutes, then I had to share the good news by broadcasting it. Hmmm. I wonder what I should name him? Thanks, Gavin, for this 4/27/00 image. |
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Sometimes, I'll play with the color and contrast controls and have a great time pretending to be a drug-induced vision of my viewers. Gavin snapped this 4/8/00 pic and shouted, "It's the 'shrooms, man, Whoa!" Thanks, Gavin, my little 9-volt freak. |
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Here's another one when I got creative and kind of mis-aimed the cam before bed. Gavin said it reminded him of a Manray photograph. That's quite a compliment! Thanks, G-boy, for this 5/2/00 image and for being my number one fan in Chicago. |
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Bubbles, thanks for catching me the night that I bought my plants from the university greenhouse sale. My new foliage was so gorgeous that I had to include it in my sleepy-time shot. Besides, I read somewhere that plants grow better when exposed to fame. (Or is that music?) 3/29/00 |
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Again, I don't really sleep all the time, although it may seem that way to some. See, I turn the cam on when I get in after work/school/play, which is usually right before I study/read/sleep. So all my fans who live in faraway timezones probably think that I sleep all day because they're asleep when I'm awake and away from the cam. Thanks, Bubbles, for this 3/31/00 pic. |
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"You look like you were having a 'Kodak moment,'" Lucy wrote me on her May 19th postcard. Indeed, I was! When I'm on the phone, I'm usually feeling pretty silly because I'm talking to friends and family. Thanks for sending this one in, Lucy. |
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| So I moved apartments and I set up the cam again. For some odd reason, the picture is larger and clearer than it was before. The only theory that I have for this, the only explanation that makes any sense is that the albino squirrel must have been jamming my cam signal somehow before and that he can't do it in my new bunker-like world domination headquarters complex here at the undisclosed location. Thanks to Steve for this "coffinsleeper" shot. "Do you always sleep like a corpse?" he asked me in the accompanying message. Answer: No, just when I'm playing dead, silly! |
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Not much to say here. As Steve put it, "Snuggly." 'Nuff said. |
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| Jason called this one "counting cocks." This is the debut shot of my new Chagall print. It's a big rooster with flowers sprouting from his back. Very beautiful, dreamy imagery. Perfect to wake up to each morning. |
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Jason got this one of Gavin and me during his visit. I love Gavin's little pose. He reminds me of a little bunny rabbit or maybe a T-rex with that little hand thing. And I'm sporting my hawaiian shirt in the background. |
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| Gavin looks so thoughtful and I look so drunk. I swear I'd only had a couple bottles of nail polish at this point... |
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Why the picnic blanket over the bedposts? I was trying to focus the cam and I needed a crisp test pattern. Obviously, I'm still not very good at focusing. (It's true of my academic career as well.) |
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| My iMood that day was obviously "blurry"... I guess I was either upset with somebody or maybe just dancing a little on the keyboard. (I'm a better dancer there than at the club.) |
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Here's a closeup of La Mano mas poderosa. Don't ever disrespect la mano, because it is the invisible hand that helps us along our way. I hear it's a very powerful symbol, so don't mess with it. I mean it. |
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| I'm multi-tasking here, as usual. Playing on the computer, being a fabulous net-celeb with my cam on, getting some shut-eye and talking on the phone all at the same moment. |
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Pegasus looks on as I make a call to Mom and Dad. Everything's going well at Bountiful, they tell me. But I can't believe Christian (my little brother) is going vegetarian. He was a big ol' meat-eater last time I saw him. |
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| An accidentally well-composed shot of me at the 'puter. I love plaid. Is there anything more comfy than a soft plaid shirt on a Sunday morning, sipping coffee and updating one's homepage? I think not. |
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On the phone with Gavina. I pumped up the cyan for no good reason other than I like to keep things jumpin' & pumpin' here at Jblend Central. |
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| The powder blue aurora queerialis around my head shows that I am in active pondering mode. Thinking is such a rare activity that the molecules around my head sometimes get excited and just glow a light blue for some reason. It's quite lovely, really. I think this is the case with most gay men, but since there's so little thinking going on, you rarely see this beautiful atmospheric event. |
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Wow. I'm so out of focus that you can hardly see my smiling face as I watch the movie Dogma. It was adorable, and I enjoyed curling up with a bag of doritos and laughing out loud. I'll have to work on this whole focusing business... Keep watching. Maybe I'll improve on the situation soon. |
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I was reading my Madame Bovary one chilly November night when, unbeknownst to me, a vicious green paisley monster began to devour me from the feet to my waist. Imagine my shock when I got this documentary pic from Stephen. |
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Like most Gen-Xers, I watched the Batman TV show every afternoon when I came home from school. Maybe that's where I grew to love quirky camera angles. |
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Steve also caught me playing pretend hand puppets one morning. Here I am thanking Mr. Hand for the fun night last night... Boy, we had a great time, didn't we? <Sigh.> Such is the state of my social life. |
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Dead to the world -- and apparently blushing about something in my dream. I wonder what it could have been? |
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What? Me? Perform for the camera? Well, yes, I've been guilty of that a few times. Here's an example. I was out sunbathing when I realized I was totally lobster-ized. Sadly, I was peeling by the next day. Not just a little. Skin was just shedding off like a snake. Nah. I'm lying. I just was feeling a little flakey that day, that's all. |
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Still more facial peeling fun goin' on round here. |
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Ever have an epiphany captured for the whole world to see? Well, I sure did. This is the exact moment I realized that I have no life. It felt like a real kick in the crotch, let me tell ya... |
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Eating my apple and being attacked by the giant LED light, I still manage to mug for the camera. Am I a professional, or what? |
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Thank God Buttercup was there to defend my honor from that big red LED light. Oh, Buttercup! You're my hero! |
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Okay. I'm not very proud of this one. But I guess we've all spread 'em for total strangers before, haven't we? (I just happen to do it electronically.) |
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| The rest is up to you... I look forward to your submissions. Hey, catch me acting silly, okay? it's not that hard! I'd just like a few zany shots, whenever you see me acting a fool. Thanks, j-blenders! |
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> cam archive 2
> home
> j-blend journal
> haiku
> my likes
> my reading list
> my links
> whipped words |
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