I hope Bill will still let me blog here. I have not blogged since I lived in New York City last summer. I went back in the archives: 4 August 2004 was my last post. I remember really being into the Russian avant garde. I guess I was revisiting my old Russian classes after I bought a t-shirt with an old propaganda poster silkscreened on it. I guess the cliched term "one good turn deserves another" is never old hat, not here. This is because again, now, presently, I am back into the Russian avant garde due to this Stalinism thesis paper I have to write. I talked to my friend Jon McGlone the other night. Oh, before I get into this story, let me catch you up on a few choice details since August...since I am writing this blog those of you who have not seen me and are reading this will realize I am still alive, this is good. Those of you who are wondering about specific details about the past six months know me well enough to fill in the blanks--I am still here. So, moving on, in haste, let us not waste your time. This is boring, trivial, banal minutiae anyway, but I just wanted to remember it. Fair enough!?!?!
Dmitri Kirsanov was an old experimental Russian filmmaker. Jon McGlone told me to watch his films. (Let it be known that I intend to.) Moving on from there, today was Valentine's Day. I bought Lauren a miniature rose bush. I think she liked it. It came in a striped pot. I emailed Nahshon and Dave this evening and am currently downloading records from T. Rex, Television, The Soft Pink Truth, Bibio, Liliput, and the Smiths. (Let it be known that I am about to digress.) Last semester I had not a computer to download music with, only the kind charity of Bill Martin and Lauren Shopp allowed me to have futuristic computer functions last semester. But now my old laptop is fixed and chugging along mightily. (Let it also be known that within this digression I shall transition back into the present.) Our water was fixed today. Gordon gets an honorary Valentine from 749 Euclid. But I think the water heater is still too cold, it will take a day to warm up again. Hopefully the weather will stay green. I just read a Tom Sherman essay about video art, subsequently through video technology will become the new memory and the artist/machine relationship. I do not understand. I try. I will...try. I will try. When I was washing my hands (Let it be known I was in the bathroom.) I had an idea about archivists being the new political powers from something Tom Sherman said about memory and archivists. I wanted to create a short story about an archivist becoming all-powerful in a passive society, but I think I will let that idea slip through the cracks. I have already supplied a perhaps unknowing and surprised readership of William's into a frenzy with all of this newfangled information. Next time I promise not to be so dry. This is more of a re-introduction into publishing in cyberspace. Let it be known I shall frequent the blog more often as creative juices come back to my head. Farewell.
