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i'm 30 now, so a nonsensical tattoo with a bunch of other 30 somethings seemed to make sense.

transmission.

all of my thoughts have been leaked out through text messages, facebook posts, IMs, emails, and scribblings in a notebook. none have made it to the blog i started to consolidate all of these things. i guess it's kind of why i stopped producing anything for anyone other than myself. i wondered why i was putting it out there (granted, "putting it out there" used to mean spending all night at kinko's, stapling pages together for hours, and even more hours at the post office). and i have all of these pages laid out- cut and paste. words typed on a typewriter. physical matter that doesnt matter.

it's not quite a zine, but this is the future.

so, i have decided i need to have a blog for two reasons. one: i can't seem to pull it together enough to make another zine (it's been 11 years) and two: i use facebook to post photos, videos, and various other internet findings and i need to get off facebook because, well, frankly, everyone past the age of 25 should. so, here it is: my outlet for things i need to share with the world (or the 5 people who may stop by my blog every once in a while).