Eleven years ago today, I became an adult- that is, to whatever authority asserts that earning the privilege to take up arms and die for your country and to participate in it's representative election system is the measure of adulthood. I was not, at the time, a radical. I certainly didn't identify myself as an anarchist, and political critique ( Read more... )

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Seven weeks since my last post, according to LJ. Time flies. There has been much work and many adventures, which amount to the following ( Read more... )

+I'm not sure that "semiologistics" is a word. It doesn't appear in any dictionary I can find, but I used it in a little bit I was writing about design theory. In context, it would be defined as a semiotic tool set (or study thereof) used to construct physically implementable ideas informed by or derivative of linguistics and semiotics. Am I ( Read more... )

For those who haven't heard it yet, this weekend, Sunday, arbitrary hour in the early afternoon until late at night, BBQ and party at my place in JP (across the street from the Milky Way).

Be there, or be damned to less cool company for your memorial day weekend festivities.

-DSD

It's been more than two years since my last journal entry. Even if I could recall everything that's transpired in that time, it'd be meaningless to almost everyone who's going to read this, since many of you i've come to know or re-connected with only in a relatively recent timespan. Which, I suppose is why i'm writing this at all. New people, new ( Read more... )

For anyone who read my blog, infrequent as it became, i'm pretty much done here. I'm blogging at Myspace, now, even though the corporate bastards own it. They own everything, so.. fuck it, right? You can find me there under my real name (David Dowling) or my user name, Yum-yum the cannibal chef. See ya.

Last night, someone very dear to me asked me to be his best man. Today, I got a letter from someone I admire very much telling me that i've been a personal hero to him.

Why do I still feel like a total loser?

"And it's solid, fresh, dope, whatever you wanna' call it.
Not bad for an aspiring sociopathic alcoholic."

Two bottles of champange, an old fashioned, a shot, several jack and cokes and a tragically failed omelette later, my head begins to clear and my blurry eyes open onto a new year. This new year's eve went much better than the last, in that it did not include violence or theft or any bad moods. Hurrah. I take this to be a good omen ( Read more... )