uhm so yeah I’m in providence. I moved here, from troy, where I am no longer residing. more to come on this. I’m typing this shit in a cafe located in downtown providence that has an unprotected wifi base station cuz the people who run “cox cable” here have a laughable idea about what constitutes “service” and “connectivity”. I now present a brief list of things I have done in the chasm of time since I last updated:

• went to typecon2004 where, among other things, I personally told the head of linotype that he should not use DRM mechanisms as sales tools. more on this later. also I ate an excellent burrito and developed a sort of man-crush on erik speakermann.
• bought curtains
• packed all of my shit into boxes, paid people to drive it around, then unpacked it
• rode trains
• walked around providence on a friday night with no people, no fone, no ipod, no nothing except keys to get back into my apartment and of course clothing, and bore witness to a massive barfight in a downtown pricey-looking area wherein tons of j.crew looking neckless guys attacked each other and some attendant females screamed in this unholy way that echoed blocks and blocks around
• purchased a hammer and used it to hammer nails into walls
• started drawing boldish italic typeface with cut counters for use as stencil for upcoming mayhem
• lay in freshly unpacked bed staring at cieling wishing I could download something
• ordered calamari and barbecue goat from mexican restaurant, ate aproximately half, wrapped the rest to-go, went home, stowed food in fridge, fell asleep. woke up, looked in fridge, realized all I had to eat was squid and goat. laughed heartily.
• assembled bookshelves
• took showers
• drank some coffee

ok yeah. more when internet comes to me, in my personal house. wordup.

-fish

YO. when you’re good and settled i could come and bother you in the city that is prov.
more lata.
wendell.

OH. forgot to say that i FINALLY have begun to explore the realms that are the Cocteau Twins and Brian Eno’s rock world. man, is this stuff good and man have i waited too damned long.

goat tastes damn good; that and generic saltwater fish chunked (separated, like cheap cans of tuna) still with bones were all anyone could *natively* eat when i was in anguilla. i like fish, but picking out bones with my mouth had all the fun of eating watermellon where the seeds are in fact sewing needles. so goat stew and carib brand beer sustained me through days of reef snorkeling and nights of coding.

meathead j.crew fights reminds me of ‘snow crash’ and the teenage suburban testosterone junkies.

i may ask for typography and layout advice when i get around to documenting this ruby actors data-flow shit.

i like the bullets.
squid and goat are tasty, although goats have those scary square-like eyes that don’t really blink or show expression. but baby goats are quite cute., especially the noises they make. kinda unreal. like a baaaa but really not. i have yet to phonetically spell out that noise.

ping!
-m

i like the bullets.
squid and goat are tasty, although goats have those scary square-like eyes that don’t really blink or show expression. but baby goats are quite cute., especially the noises they make. kinda unreal. like a baaaa but really not. i have yet to phonetically spell out that noise.

ping! .m