Dustin Freeman

I felt like it a little overdue to describe what my job is this summer, but here goes. This year was the first time, almost ever, that I’ve had an over-supply of job offers which are actually legitimate. The feeling was awesome – I felt like a real person, and I highly suggest it. All…

It doesn’t make much of a difference which side of the bars you’re on – you still feel the heat. —————————————————– My eyes peer out from my personal shadow; the guard leaning against the wall is relaxed. He is slowly melting. The whole place sweats, including the walls. I remember some moaning, some time ago,…

Bread Baking Improv Party Last Night.Jim made bread.I brought 6 pounds of watermelon. We played very difficult charades, which someone compared to how if accountants were to have a party, they would get together on a really difficult case, and just end up working at the party. I just finished a math exam.

I was going to write something about the bipolar street performer I met last night who told me that he had a 90% chance of committing suicide. Then, I was going to write about the representation of computer games in recent films. But… …I decided it would be much more fun to talk about robots.…

So last night I stepped of Glen Garry Glen Ross with Kate and Jenmy to very thickly fogged weather, which I found delightful. The conditions for it were just right: no wind, very moist cold air. The fog was uniform over our entire walk. While I was walking, I realized just how difficult it must…

Lessons learned: It’s hard to change who you are, or maybe its just me. This was meant to be an experiment to see what variable X would be like enhanced for twenty-four hours, but it turned out to be more an experiment about whether or not I was capable of enhancing variable X. So, round-up…

So this entry was a little late, but today is the day of Hedonism, so I’m fucking going to enjoy myself, which does not include blogging. I defined Productivity for my purposes as to produce as many tangible, finished items as possible. This didn’t happen, but I felt that it did. Starting at 7:30, I…

A day of following in the moment impulses. For myself, I defined being impulsive as not thinking of the past or present (within limits, obviously). Like I said already, looking at my overall day, nothing changed on the macro-scale. I didn’t end up in Tahiti, sleep with 100 women, or anything memorable. What I did…