notesnotes - LiveJournal.com(Untitled)- April 22, 2004 Uncomfortable silence is an opening, an invitation by all to make the first move, a quick moment of vulnerability. A set of phrases that work as icebreakers, phrases without subjective meaning, break the silence without bruising a delicate balance of social forces.http://autochthon.livejournal.com/9768.html Game Show- April 22, 2004 Lights come on and I'm sitting at a plastic table in a plastic bench. Linoleoum( A durable, washable material made in sheets by pressing a mixture of heated linseed oil, rosin, powdered cork, and pigments onto a burlap or canvas backing) floors off white with grey smudges. The ringing in my ears convinces me it's been there forever as I forget about it. People scattered around in celery green shirts, a few maroon aprons. "...so he broke his lehhhhhhhg, poor john...""...uhhh I know how that..http://autochthon.livejournal.com/9677.html here's why:- April 18, 2004 How many different people are there Sure sure, there's ten billion of us crawling around here. No way. I've met so many of the same people in different parts of the world, who looked different, grew up a thousand miles away... but were essentially the same - most cases there were even obvious physical similarities, habits, body language. So, let's say there's a bunch of ways that we can get from a small race, loosely scattered... to a tightly intricate weave with billions upon billions of...http://autochthon.livejournal.com/9334.html (Untitled)- April 16, 2004 The identity are a rare bandit tribe of confused inbreeding suspected of ruling the world. Anyone with any marketability(anybody who's anybody) knows that with enough market share they could attract the interest of the big boys and score it... if not big, then at least nutritional. Slick buttons and fingertips trying to fix it solve the little puzzles of fabric and plastic. The violent sensuality of being perpetually on the verge of shock and embarrasment, perpetually on the verge of being...http://autochthon.livejournal.com/9122.html (Untitled)- April 2, 2004 Ring ring. Hello is richard there. No he isn't. Ok thank you clik. 404 area code, where is that. No name. Yesterday, a familiar face. Never talked to the guy, though I lived down the hall from him for about a year. Real distinctive style - big black glasses, hood always pulled up. Small. Indistinctly layered, kind of dusty. Small patches of face weathered, cheek lines. While ago someone told me this guy tells people jokes, strange jokes. I'd seen him around since moving out of the...http://autochthon.livejournal.com/8776.html |