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Please check this out RIGHT NOW.

I began to laugh out loud in the Southfield Library. Erick, you are genius. Talk about spontaneously being able to make me feel 100% better at the drop of a hat.

I miss you:(

ps) The Avalanches kick ass

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The" Everything But " Entry
Date: 4.7.04
Climate: nearly sixty with sun
Eating: --
Drinking: coffee (let the games begin!)
Feeling: Plath
Listening to: Doves
Watching: how much more bad reality tv can I take?
Reading: The Third Way -- some book inspired by Tony Blair's new central liberalism or some shit like that.

Everything in french is more beautiful. Even that little "error 500 problem with the server..." blurb.
I believe that it roughly tranlates to: this is not functioning right now, please try back here in a few minutes, for further malfunction or problems, please contact the site administrator at forum.europeanservers.net
I think. I haven't taken french in awhile. Like, since 1999 awhile.

Today was a fantastic day. I worked out at the GHETTO ballys (always a treat to have large men comment on my ass...or not)
and then sunk my teeth into this job. I have so much fucking work to do its insane. To think I was just lazing about yesterday and now, I am taking stuff home. Just fantastic though. I am completing a database for interns, creating flyers and checking it by the lawyers, calling county clerks, and of course, working what design monkey skills I do have...they started to make fun of me today because I was stressing about only having Publisher to work with. I made all the fonts in agreement with a retro 70's feel. I hope that will attract some Ann Arbor collegiates.

I may have a chance to speak with the young dems around here, and the c/greens...I have to work on that tonight.
But I am happy. Lonely though. My co workers are all old with families, or else these DC transplants that, to put it mildly, are sort of weird.
I met one guy though, Bob. Hes around 27(?) and very knowledgeable about music...a la White Stripes. We'll be best friends forever, for sure. Especially with a name like that.

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Erreur 500 : problème sur le serveur
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The" Hola Hovito " Entry
Date: 4.6.04
Climate: cold and gray...and oddly reminiscent of Florida
Eating: --
Drinking: --
Feeling: anxious arms
Listening to: mix cd
Watching: bad reality tv
Reading: emails

I am in detroit. ...and here's a more intimate look at whats going on (haha) via an email I wrote to Eddie earlier today: (following a two hour conversation at one am, two am my time --damn that time change)--

"Today was a better day. I actually have some itemized idea of what I am going to be doing here in D/town. My official title is "Intern/Continued volunteer/SEIU hero Director" I am going to be working closely with the ACT director. Tomorrow, we look at office furniture...haha--this office is opening up without anyhing in it, and I am one of the vanguards. I feel so special. The lease was signed today, and we move in on Monday--I even get my own desk. How...odd. I need pictures and random crap to decorate it...whatever. I hate clutter, contrary to what my bedroom looks like. What I need is a giant truck I can just park with all my crap in it, and then move periodically when I need my stuff.
I am at the Southfield library, which is beautiful. Again, the feeling of being in Florida kicks in. No idea why.

I am going to try to go around Detroit tonight to see what the city holds. I hope I don't get shot. Apparently that is even more common than in Chicago, can you believe it?
Maybe i'll drive down 8mile...its the road that closes the city in from the burbs. Also, the parking lot scene in that movie was where Eminem...well, I don't know what he did but it was actually the parking lot for the SEIU Central headquarters...I bet Eminem was a union member when he worked in that factory!
Do we even cover factory workers? No clue."

It is alarmingly lonely though. The city just doesn't seem to hold as much promise as Chicago--plus, the constant fear that I am going to get shot doesnt help either.

More to come, as soon as I know it. There are two guys in front of me verbally moaning as girls walk by. I've shot them a number of dirty looks and am about to say something to them.
Fuckers.

Now, on to scrounge up some food. Mmm.

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