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May 29

San Francisco

Ronald Dumbsfeld needs love. Lots of love. So much love, that he won't have time for anything else and will resign.

My reluctant tresspass onto the territory of on-line chat room strolling resulted in surprising discoveries. First off, it reminded me of my days (nights) working on the street, hours spent getting the attention mostly of looky-lou's and weasles with no intention of making a date. Though I did pick up a (very) few prospects sifting through chaff by the dumptruck load, I decided to check out some of the other people on line looking to connect.

I was never a fan of personal ads, something I don't mind other people partaking in, it's just not my style, but here I was, checking out profiles and pictures. The pictures- some home made with webcams or polaroids, some taken with disposable flash at a party with the friends' faces blurred out- or not, a few professional looking portraits- and their endless road signs held on to me.

Not that they made me drool (ok, some really did), but rather that they mapped out so much territory.The earnestness, the willingness to risk anonymity and pride, the laying on the cyber table the real world cards, and letting the four winds scatter them all over the world.

what I'm listening to: Working Assets Radio.
what I'm reading: Craigslist



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