rob, doug, abbe, dred, crested butte, 5 october 1996

16 september

i'm in transit today, and i catch myself like a different man -

i considered joining the red carpet club.

(this is united airline's place to business-traveller chill for people who can afford $300 a year. i don't know if i can, but i thought that if they had internet terminals, and i don't have a laptop anymore, it might be worth it for a good place to sleep and log in. they'll let you hang out there whether you have a united flight or not. but they don't have terminals. and i don't have $300 to cash out on that.

instead, i've fallen in some kind of weird material anticipatory love with luggage: after granting my backpack to a man with a gun, i am ready to purchase something that can take my books and clothes abroad or just here and there. so during my layover, i decided not to hate corporations and i visited a mainline luggage store in the denver airport. they had this incredible looking eagle creek bag, like with wheels and backpacks. perfect for distributing load over your various parts. i've been partial to shoulder bags for years now, but they hurt the small of my back after a while. shifting from shoulder to backpack to wheeled luggage sounds like the best way to keep an "even strain on all parts" (some george says).

at $250 i'm gonna wait until they release the 18" version so it will pass international carry-on luggage standards - i avoid checking bags at all costs. inherited that from my mom.

vjim helped me make this when i scraped my hair off.

what's happening to me? where's the sex and drugs?

i travelled here without amy. i drink a little, i'm like an older guy. i have short hair, i'm wearing a tweed jacket, i make witty comments now and then, but i probably think i'm funnier than i am.

transformation is key i think. i wonder where i'll be in a year. heck, i wonder where you'll be in a year.

last time i made this trip to/from the digital storytelling festival, i joked about a bomb and was threatened by airport security.

and i had this crazy hair, and now people i meet here say, you look like you just came from prep-school.

amy cut my hair last. i miss her. we shared a nice and juicy kiss on my way out of the house today.

today for bud.com i guess (or because i have a small hentai page), some guy mailed me one of the most offensive links i've ever witnessed.

offensive beyond politics, and mostly taste, into violence towards people and pure cruelty.

so i weighed it in my mind, albiet after a few "red girl ales" from the idle spur here in crested butte

and i put it up on bud because there are sociologists out there who could just go nuts. or each of us in our everyday sociological incarnation could explore the depths of the repressive facility.

it's ugly, but it's out there i figured. is it exploitative for me to publish it? not much more than publishing "ugly people pages" - where people link to pages of people they find unattractive.

i'd rather not do either, but when you set yourself up as a mirror you better be prepared to be cracked.

still, it's definitely so bad that i felt the need to explain it.