Darius Trevino
<kgovernor@gearwest.com> to me
7:31 am (7 hours ago)

will more often be forced to conceive and work on his ideas in changed the way in which society views and values visual art. talk on how important it is!”
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Wir haben ein neues Kätzchenpaar.

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Tonight we had a short conversation with Laurie Anderson after she performed as Denison University’s 2006 convocation.

Melinda approaches Laurie Anderson.

Laurie Anderson: Hello.

Melinda: Hi! I’m Melinda.

Laurie Anderson shakes Melinda’s hand.

Melinda: And this is Steve.

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Dearest Vostek,

Every time we hear someone mention the word technologies we mentally prepend “amazing…” and append “…that will drive our economy”.

This has increased overall conversational verbiage by 39.1%.

Thinking of you.

X X ø ø,
project ruori

So, a while ago I met the ghost of Hunter S. Thompson in a corn maze. He was chasing some kids around that appeared to be in his care in between muttering things like “This is like a Republican conundrum!”

Today at SIGGRAPH 2006 the phantom of Spalding Gray appeared in front of the booth in which Steve and I are functioning as ornaments. He was wearing 3-D glasses and delivered a short monologue about how he was from a suburb of Ohio. When asked where in Ohio, he said, “Manhattan”.

A moment after he left, Steve realized our mistake in not talking to him so I went after him armed with a DIY ruori sticker (the ruori URL and the words “You are a Winner!” written on a stolen Lufthansa baggage sticker) and explained that he had impressed us with his impromptu performance technique at our booth and after assuring him that I was not selling anything (nor was the website), and — after answering his inquiries about whether I was old enough to be admitted to SIGGRAPH (the minimum age is 16) — I gave him the sticker, accepted his obviously sarcastic thanks and handshake, and retreated, terrified and exhilirated, to the safe boringness of the booth.

Oranienburgerstrasse 38 is right across the street from the skin of this wall. beneath the skin of this wall is a foodstand staffed by a very disdainful man.

“Ketchup and mayo? Ay ay ay.”

And the unpunctuated question that is clouding the Berlin consciousness:

HOW
LONG
IS NOW