“Come in here, I want to show you how this works,” yelled Ken from the Studio. I dropped the book I was entering into the computer and ran into the next room. Ken was running some tape through one of the three reel to reelplayers in there. “This is called a pancake,” he said, as…
Hmm.. I’ve got way more e-mail than I can deal with. So quit complaining about not getting anything personal, and I’ll try to remember to add you to my mailing list. Right. Today. Hmm… Today. I’m beginning to think my moniker is correct. Especially with cars. No, I don’t get vomitted out onto beaches by…
Here’s something I just wrote my dad. — Some thoughts. It’s interesting being here in the East. People here have a mentality, a sense of culture, that Southerners aren’t aware about and folks out West simply don’t care. I’ve found myself most often leaning up against the wall in some corner, viewing the goings on…
Saturday, June 1, 1996 I did. I finally got up today after noon. I’ve got a nice room here. It’s upstairs with a slanty ceiling on one side and dormer windows jutting out. There’s just a double bed with shelf headboard and a lamp on top, a small chest of drawers, a watercolor and framed…
Friday, May 31, 1996 Here it is 11:30 or so on a Saturday night, andI’m sitting here at a Pentium using Windows 95 (I suppose that’s a given) and wondering what I’m going to do with this document after I finish typing for the night. I suppose I could figure out the printer. I wonder…