Hey Nate, I think your twocent charlie email is spam, the very cordial note about how you have a site to connect with your friends, through pictures. I was almost fooled, but there were nothing but niceties, and I thought to myself....you would be more obliged to not ask but tell you friends and possibly call them bastards.
Ian, Nate, Katie anyone else who lives in New Orleans... Chris(Kip) and I will arrive Dec. 13th in the evening and plan on spending a couple of nights there. I think we are going to mail our bikes down to New Orleans, I still got Nate's address if it is the same. Then head to Pensacola by car. Ian would you and Katie want to drive us there, or do you have any friends who would for gas money and extra. We plan on getting a hotel there, then touring Florida on bikes.
If we survive, we will be back in New Orleans for New years. I'm fucking excited.
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One could likely come up with many fine reasons to do anything else with one's time.
But why stay?
One could hardly come up with a single decent excuse, but there are plenty of mediorcre ones. Here:
This weblog is a tool of the future.
It can be 1 place in space to share ruminations, illuminations, secret snapshots, drunken hand turkeys, digitized filmstrips, found fylth,
music,
senseless announcements, special denouncements, empty threats, fantastic fictions, links to better places on this internet, and worthy worldly horseshit, should it exist.
Only invited parties can participate. That's the way it must be for a time.
Most people just aren't ready for
the future.
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Exciting tadbits coming soon:
--original watercolor collage of' 'The Gourds of Uruguay',
--the newest `ukulele music video by Mister Travis Warren,
--songs about Jesus by monkeys,
--recipes for alligator wine,
--a list of reasons not to wear pants proved terribly shortsighted,
--photographic documentation of Slick Johnson in his natural habitat,
--an outdated traffic report from downtown Singapore.
--and much, much more ??
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