• will, way, check.

    If you’re reading this, I’m a genius, or dogged enough to figure out how to make it happen—ftp from the university in secrecy as though anyone would care, really, though surreptitious down- and uploading is undoubtedly frowned upon. I’ve been working at a library at the U of M since the beginning of September to

  • the future needs me present

    I finished a journal last week—another volume in the life of megh, bringing with it a sense of accomplishment “I did it!” did what? and the ominous intimidation of a brand new blank book waiting (though my journaling is sporadic, I already have another one gilded flowery). The last one took me about a year,

  • baby baby

    Check out the bluejays. Their mum and dad made a nest *right outside my study window.* Been watching them get all big and adorable. This update’s mostly just a quick note—given the lack of post office box mail I’ve been receiving, I have decided to close my box, effective at the end of the month.

  • still lookin

    Hey. Still working on CSS hax0rz and stuff. Check out the Wormwood photos from the Meiosis release here. JM Coetzee’s Disgrace is the best-written book I’ve ever read. Thanks to Mark for insisting well over a year ago that I read it. I don’t know whether the delay reflects upon me poorly (about time) or

  • looking different

    Hello there, and happy new year. It’s time for something different—essentially the same but I’m losing lots of things, as well as insistent on gaining more. The new deepsicks layout follows the former—having been birthed nearly three years ago, sections of this website are no longer relevant. I don’t believe in throwing away words, but

  • new email

    Hey, everyone—I have a new email address: m e g h o l l e @ g m a i l . c o m. It’s diy to avoid for as long as possible receiving things like this: Please use this new account for all your megh contacting needs. Have a joyous turkey genocide and

  • one more week… i hope

    Last Thursday, Sam, along with his coworker and her 11-year-old daughter, and I stood outside in the getting colder to see John Kerry in the Metrodome parking lot. I’m terrible at great masses and distances—so, uh, there were an awful lot of people, and we were awfully far away from the podium. Kerry delivered the

  • check

    Hi. Not a whole lot of news. Been in and out of good and bad and now I’m just confused but okay with it. For instance: I’m listening to Skinny Puppy but downloading Finding Nemo because I really want to see it. Speaking of SK, remember my claim that The Greater Wrong of the Right

  • the years go fast but the days go so slow

    Went camping last weekend with three of my brothers. Birdy caught his first fish (thrown back, and now they are famous, because they are on the in-ter-net). Went hiking, canoeing, sauna sink nightswimming seeing a firefly for the first time, is that possible? Just how old am I? to have never heard a loon screaming

  • despare me

    Finally got new Wormwood photos up (the show was July 7). They’re arranged in a more linear (or would that be circular?) photo album, with thanks to Dan for giving a shove in the right direction. Took me the better part of this fine afternoon figuring it through—will take additional tweaking does it keep. Today