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link » » For Some in Japan, Home Is a Tiny Plastic Bunk
Just a reminder that this recession is worldwide. Capsule hotels used to be a part of the salaryman’s suit. Now it is the quarters for those nearing disenfranchisement.
link » » Apple iSlate Concept Is Exactly How This Thing Should Be
I can’t express how much I want something like this to be true. It’s this techno-fetishist’s dearest desire.
link » » The Naked and the Conflicted
The jist – Contemporary American writers are wusses. They dwell on shame, reticence, irony, and the warm and fuzzy of sex. My two favorite writers of sex scenes are Henry Miller and Yukio Mishima. Passionate men that expressed clearly and poetically what it was like to fuck and make love. It often happens at the same time.
link » » Congratulations to the winners of Fark’s 2009 Headline of the Year contest
Some of the best laughs I have had in a while.

Happy New Year!

May the best of 2009 be the worst of 2010.

The world over has had a pretty sucky 2009. I’m glad that it is behind us. As all of the new years past, this one promises good things for us all. I certainly wish for those good things. What helps to ward away the worry that the coming year may fail is to remember how the past year didn’t fail.

I continued to work on my art even after closing the studio. My job remained my job, and I remained able to feed and house myself and my two cats. I had many good nights with friends and was reacquainted with friends I thought I lost. Indeed, the year could have been better monetarily, but it was tops spiritually.

I spent my NYE at home with my cats and the Star Wars Trilogy. (The first three films never happened!) I ate well and drank even better. My hands remained busy with IM, Twitter, texts. There may have just been me and the cats in the apartment, but I felt surrounded by my friends. It was an oddly warm and melancholy night. I drank too much, laughed a lot, and woke with a hangover. In other words, I had a successful NYE.