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About Me

I am constructed of snowflakes and confetti. My hands remember everything that the rest of me cannot. I am from a place where the buildings pile one on top of the other. History is an invisible frame. I am a spy. I am a magician. I am archiving every small instance of experience.
I think it's not the body of the hand that stays the same, the hand changes from childhood to old age. it's the hands [and eyes] that are the sights of recognition, the signs though which one identifies the Other. To return to the question of narcissism, they are, paradoxically, the parts that we see the least easily. We can look in a mirror and see ourselves and have a reasonably accurate sense of what we look like, but it's very difficult to have an image of our own act of looking or to have a true image of our hands as they are moving. It's the Other who knows what our hands [and eyes] are like. These - how do you say - these gestures of the hands are always seen better by the Other than by myself.
-Derrida.
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My Interests

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My Blog

aim true, fuckers.

my heart actually fell out of my body on friday. the long and short story both end up sounding exactly the same; i was hit by a large and scary suv that was exiting a parkade just outside of my work. ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 12:24:00 GMT

correspond

On December 9th 2006 I was rocking and rolling at Stone's Place with more friends than I realised I even had. It was my birthday eve and I felt felt felt in my bones that this, this was going to be th...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 14:26:00 GMT

AND YES

This summer has so far been equal parts tumultuous and beautiful. Everything changing all over again. Its okay though, i'm you know, "rolling with the punches", being that easygoing type of guy, or tr...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 13:40:00 GMT

ridiculously self-indulgent [IE:amazing].

If I may be so bold: What in the fuck is happening to my life? All the contents of my computer, my bicycle, her and now my cell phone. gonegonegone. History does not want to stick to me, refuses to st...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 13:23:00 GMT

EVERYTHING MUST GO

broken: laptop [all content lostlostlost] bicycle [bike wheel SHOT] ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 16:59:00 GMT

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Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 10:20:00 GMT

slinking skies

For the first time in months and months I woke up in sunlight. This now seems like a rare luxury. I can't imagine what an entire summer underground will be like. I guess the coolness will function as ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 22:54:00 GMT

in the world + of the world are just not the same thing.

nothing much really.sitting here listening to smog as loudly as possible and pretending i am hearing these songs for the first time.made a small sequence in final cut using two stills of Lee. not sure...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 21:57:00 GMT

oh and something else:

-the moment you realise it's about to rain.
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 14:59:00 GMT

folioh.

5:12am.I just finished writing a philosophic fable based on Kristeva's phsycosis + truth text. I also just finished going through my credits to see what I need to complete next year (in preperation fo...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 02:12:00 GMT