I was going to go to the ballot counting, but you know what. I really don't give a shit. In fact the more I think about it the more I prefer not to be encumbered by "fiduciary duty."

I'm trying to find out when that ends so that I can blab blab blab blab blab blab.

recently i was given a copy of journals that my father (who died in 2001 or 2002) kept from the mid 1970s through the early 90s. i had heard about them but hadn't seen them before.

as i've been reading through them, my head has been getting tweaked in odd ways, setting up strange resonances that i am not quite sure what to do with.
i wrote this earlier today and it really didn't help any of that. if anything, it made the resonances worse.

in 3-d i talk pretty directly about what's on my mind. when i write, it seems like there's always more than one layer and that sometimes the layer that's causing more of the turmoils is submerged, chattering through the details of the surface story, bending it around.

by the way, bernie is my father. by the time he started writing the journals, he had come to dislike that nickname. he preferred the french pronunciation of bernard. i'm not sure why he became bernie in the following. this has something...

It's really just hysterical.

Okay the shareholder's have voted. I believe that we have a quorum.

I was not greeted by any of the board members that took personal offense to my podcast. The only civil people were the ones that made sense of what was going on.

The word on the street was that the other incumbents were spreading the rumor that I was interested in increasing the maintenance by 10%. Now, I'm a communicator, why would I just do it without wanting to communicate WHY we would have to do an increase of maintenance. Here's another thing, so I want to increase maintenance 10%, if the OTHER board members don't wish to approve the increase, then how can *I* increase maintenance 10%? See the shareholders don't seem to understand this, because well we don't want to teach them to understand.

Really? That's the best they can do? They won't say something like, "We didn't like the fact that he recorded us in plain sight and...

I walked into the breakroom, and a coworker was microwaving his knit hat.

He pulled it out and it was steaming, but still completely soaked. I

I managed to have a conversation with him about why he thought microwaving his hat was the best idea, and walk out straight faced. Retelling the story to another coworker, I laughed so hard I couldn't get it out. Then, I laughed so hard I cried. Then I laughed so hard I got the screeches.


I needed that today... now I gotta go rub off my racoon eyes.

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The line that is moving across this surface has been twisted such that you only see the top.

The microclimate here the movements of the air, the play of light, the dimensions through which they circulate: all are predictable so long as you hover in a relation that does not approach the granular. And you are just entering this environment. You do not yet know.

I write along the sides of this surface which are turned away from you, which from my viewpoint is the front and the back, using characters which resolve into another sequence when encountered from your viewpoint.

I feel within this procedure a certain freedom. What I want to say is here but you cannot see it. It is influencing what you read, but you cannot know how.

You can turn this surface, but you will not see the substructures. The substructures perform their characteristics across considerable...