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David is an occasional blogger, software engineer, Nintendo fanboy, liberal, news magazine addict, voracious TiVo user, and bibliophile. He was born in St. Louis, grew up in southern Indiana, and returned to St. Louis to attend Washington University. He hasn't managed to escape yet. He's a fan of free wine tastings, too many tv shows to name, and eating out. David makes his living developing web applications used internally by his employer. He doesn't blog about work because he's heard too many stories about that causing workplace troubles. There's more on the about page. |
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its times like this that I am very thankful for the towel hanging across my window. I only have one window and its relatively small, so the towel does a fair job of blocking out most of the light. I was first motivated by the street light outside my window, but it is also especially useful when I find myself still awake at seven in the morning. (it happens more than youd think.) tonight my excuse is dreams.
I woke up about an hour ago with the ghost of a dream still manifesting in my head. since then the dream has mostly faded, but I remember this much. I had received a letter. though not an ordinary one. all the letters had been reduced to abstract geometric shapes that ran together and interlocked like a puzzle. some still resembled words, but most were so far removed from their original meaning that they lost it completely. it read like a maze. and yet somehow I read it anyway. and though written in a code I could never break, its meaning was clear. it asked for answers. and I knew I could not give them.
Posted by on 19 August 2002 at 7:26 AM


