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Silly microwaves not going through trees.

Would you believe that the only thing standing between me and the internet is a couple of trees? Did you know that there was a relationship between the physical location of trees and my ability to access the internet from home? Well, as it turns out, the pecan tree in the neighbor’s yard (and theoretically another tree a couple of blocks away as well) prevents me from getting internet access at my new house. So, I’m looking into other options and future technologies, but it looks like I won’t be having internet access at home any time soon.

Oh, and because the trees are breaking my contract, Sprint wants to charge me $161 to not give me internet access for the next year. So, I’m working on speaking to various people with Sprint about that. We’ll see what happens. Maybe it will lead to some sort of breakdown.

Paper is as much a site as this

I have been struggling lately. I have been writing in other places. Writing in paper places. I have been writing the things I have been thinking, as I seem to do here. Trying to see what I’m thinking, I think. Trying not to say too much about something that involves someone that I know reads this thing. Does that form of censorship (though it does not stop me from writing) defeat the purpose of this place? Don’t I want this place to be where I can come to write anything? How do other people feel about their lives being an open book to the world, as seen through my interpretation of it, my part in it? Is it even safe to have meaningful, emotional relationships with people, knowing that I will want to write everything about it here, knowing that they will be reading what I put here? Is it just a matter of being more honest than is expected, or is it overstepping the “understood” boundaries of privacy?

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I’m Leaving on a Jet-Full-Size-Rental-Car

So, Iain and I leave for the Comicon tomorrow morning at 3:30AM. I’m taking tomorrow and Monday off work, so I certainly won’t post anything here before Tuesday without something odd occurring. Looks like we’ll be doing the Con Friday and Saturday, and then either coming straight home Sunday morning or going to LA. Iain seems to be under the impression that there isn’t time to do anything in LA. I’m thinking of trying to convince him there’s time enough to take in some sort of local attraction. I mean, how long can it possibly take to ride the X? The problem with this seems to be that what Iain appreciates and what I appreciate differ, especially regarding the value of entertainment experiences, and the rate of diminishing returns of the same for him.

Then Monday I get a chance to rest a little after all that driving and excitement, and work with my dad on finishing up the dryer hookup at my new house, and trimming my trees, maybe. Woo!

7/18/01 (5.2.1.-1)

Right now, this minute, I am very concerned about my teeth and gums. I guess this isn’t true for me enough of the time, because I just haven’t been able to reliably maintain any kind of regular dental hygiene. I’ll get to feeling like I do now, that I can see that I’m getting to be in bad shape and that I don’t want to lose my teeth. Desperately don’t want to lose my teeth. It becomes very easy for me to maintain good dental hygiene from that moment forward; it is out of fright or desperation. It only lasts a few days. Usually less than a week before I’m back to my regular tooth-decaying apathy.

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I miss her

I miss her so much.

It hit me again last night. A friend of mine who I hadn’t seen in a while, who is not aware of the events that transpired in the last year or more, brought up Sara. Specifically brought up memories of the sort of relationship I had with Sara when we were first dating, years ago. He meant nothing by it, and in the context it was a reasonable thing to do. In fact, I didn’t even overreact to it at the time, but it got me to thinking and it got me to feeling about how much she has been a part of my life and for how long.

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