I almost didn't make it for Halloween! Schoolwork has risen and I've been too bogged down with homework AND trying to sew a costume at the last minute. I failed, ran out of time, and decided to just go anyway. The night before I had dressed as a wrestler disguised as a car reflector - you know those ones that keep the heat out of parked cars? But for China Blue's party I was going to be Jolly Old St. Nick. It couldn't be done in time, so that look'll have to wait until Christmas or next week or sometime. Jen succeeded in becoming a peculiar puppet with a puffy head. Now, today, daylight savings has ended and time has shifted. If I try to forget, maybe tomorrow I can sleep in for an extra hour.

Oh, also - I tried doing my first photosynth, and it's of the China Blue house. Check it out by clicking photosynth. You have to install the plugin, but it's really cool once you do. It let's you explore through a point cloud of 2-D images in order to get something like a 3-D feeling. I added about 130 images but they are only 40% "synthy," so there are a lot of disconnects and many different sets. But that's ok! You can still explore the living room that goddess and mistress Charity destroyed! Wahooo!!

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Changes have overtaken our beloved culture. The interaction between the individual and the immediate area around him or her - the living space - has been partitioned to specific focal points of connection, as civilization has crescendoed: the sink, toilet, doorknob, toothbrush, television, toaster and dresser drawer are the touchable tips that remain. Beneath which are the areas of atrophy. Much of our living space is interacted with in the most minimal manner: expanses of walls, the sea of ceiling, behind desks, of decorations. The keyboard interface collects our dripping dead cells but the dust from the air around simply falls untouched, like the moon's surface, on the rest.

These pictures presented mark a precise pressure aimed directly at reuniting with the seldom scratched surfaces. We worship the walls in which we live by celebrating upon them. The square dimensions that regularize our lives become bent and top merges with side, front, and behind through color, texture, and abberation.

Our collective clawing and stroking attempts to make sacred the mundane. We offer sacrifices of virgin drywall, untouched. We are baptized in an inversion of ritual, the walls the riverbed and the paint the plunge. We know that we are manifested with spirit because it takes days to rip out and takes our hair with it. We are no longer the same nor similar nor sane.

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by Lindsey Nelson

It could have been a tranquil holiday tea party, but as all signs of decency and decorum decayed, the night was sucked into a turbulent downward spiral of depravity and debauchery. What manner of shamelessness could account for such licentious derangement and disturbing mania? What barbaric madness could have possibly disabled the frontal lobes of these poor fanatics’ brains, leaving them drooling, corrupted, and degraded? An examination of the abundance of rich detail offered in these photos leads me to this irrefutable hypothesis: these people are in the lewd and spastic throes of helpless devotion to Dionysus himself! {Dionysus is the Thracian god of wine and revelry, madness and ecstasy.}

They say that the divine mission of Dionysus was to bring an end to care and worry. What a smashing success, in one house at least, for one night. Look at the pictures; you can almost see the divine satisfaction of the god, smiling down upon the insolent drowning of inhibition, the orgiastic frenzy, and the unabashed disorder. And although it’s never specifically mentioned by any scholar of theology, I am nonetheless convinced that eggnog baptisms were among the standard tenets of Dionysian worship.

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I've just returned from a wonderful Portland visit in the honor of seeing my mother-dearest celebrate surviving for a fourth of a fifth of a millenium. It was boppin', tumultuous, and zesty. Four brands of foaming, mouth-tingling homebrew were served. My lens broke on the airport. Everyone was dancing! I found out that my mother actually had friends. But my camera lens had suffered more years than it wished in age and refused to focus. I had one distance which was focused that I could not change no matter how I tried. But everyone was tipsy. My mother, aka one beer Betsy, said the night before that she was going to be drinking the entire night. The next day she mentioned rejoicefully that she hadn't had a drop. If all these explanations feel like they are leaving you swirling, you might want to hold onto something more corporeal like the images below. Tug that mouse and pounce on that image of the page hidden beneath this one.

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I had a great birthday party. I was too busy running around getting things ready but in the end I managed to snap some photos. The landlord couldn't stop it, neither could the cops. The most amazing thing for me from the night was checking out the ceiling under where music was playing and people were stomping. You would have thought you were seeing things because that ceiling was moving! Up and down about a half an inch. It took many of us to hold it up so that all those banging out to the music wouldn't fall through. Actually, I'm sure it would have held but it still felt very odd with my arms up and my hands on the ceiling feeling the plywood and drywall ripple above my fingertips.

Didn't get many photos, but here's a few:

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I must not succomb to a refrigerator full of liquor store beers in the future. I got to this party early, downed a few, and - being the wuss I am - nearly passed out in grogginess DESPITE the audial horror coming from announcers and musicians practicing their wails for the Stadium of Fire (tm). But then the dunk-tank came (not the, although it would have been just as appropriate, drunk tank) and we carpeted the roof. Then people came and I became more drunken and disorderly with them. A few blurry remnants were captured, I guess, adequately. The camera has a strange internal connection with the psyche of its user, apparently.

Language lovers, I have sinned greatly in this post with my adverbial excessivity; please accept wy words though, because I write them apologetically.

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What a weekend. Day one was filled with drunk lesbians, day two was spend trying to incite a conspiracy including both the mormon conference goers, and the fundamentalist christians who saw mormonism as pejorative, and then. Wait, I need a breath. I need a period here or else the reader will become confused. Then we went to another tip-top rip-roaring rager at Pinky's, and then the drum circles all sunday. But why should any of you care? You really shouldn't. I would make this recitation more interesting but I know it wouldn't make an ounce of difference. I hope that everyone else had as great of a weekend, and then we can all nod our heads at our computer screens in mutual understanding. With be peace you.

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I wanted to put some new pictures up, and say something intelligent, but I think I'll only do one of the above. In addition, I am OBLIGATED to say something, but it doesn't have to be intelligent what-so-ever. So here it is: this is what happened when, um, something happened and so we decided to trash the place. There was cereal coating the whole floor by the end of the night. Check out the post-apocalyptic eviction.

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