August 16th, 2004

balaclava

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I sort of don't feel like going in to work. It's not one of those strong I-don't-want-to-go-into-work feelings, like I just want to curl up and stay in bed all day. It's just kind of mild.

Had a very active dream night last night. Went to bed after Simpsons (8:30) because I had nothing better to do. I don't think I really got to sleep until after 9:30. And then I woke up quite a bit during the night. Lots of dreams and waking dreams (I guess I could call them "hypnagogic episodes" or "hypnagogic dream continuations" or something).

And thus my brain is kind of busy, and it doesn't want to be at work. But it doesn't particularly want to be anywhere else, either.

I don't feel in the mood to take more pics, so I think that's going to wait a while. Or maybe I should just get off my ass and finish the roll. It would only take me about two minutes.

Movie tonight, then I have the rest of the week free until I meet with the editors of New Genre on Friday to start going over the stories. I made it about halfway through the fourth and final story yesterday. I'll likely finish it up tonight after the movie or tomorrow after work.

I'm glad I didn't see any people at all this weekend. I just wasn't in the mood. I think I'm still a bit off, but I don't suppose that will matter much at work and sitting in a movie theater. Hope I can shake this soon.
liberty

Papers, please

http://www.papersplease.org/gilmore/
Meet John Gilmore. He's a 49 year-old philanthropist who lives in San Francisco, California. Through a lot of hard work (and a little luck), John made his fortune as a programmer and entrepreneur in the software industry. Whereas most people in his position would have moved to a tropical island and lived a life of luxury, John chose to use his fortune to protect and defend the US Constitution.

On the 4th of July 2002, John Gilmore, American citizen, decided to take a trip from one part of the United States of America to another. He went to Oakland International Airport -- ticket in hand -- and was told he had to produce his ID if he wanted to travel. He asked to see the law demanding he show his 'papers' and was told after a time that the law was secret and no, he wouldn't be allowed to read it.