January 20th, 2005

8 months since I wrote. No apologies for doing other stuff in life. Now I am taking a class to learn Dreamweaver. So it has been almost a year and nothing new has happened that you can see. But do not believe your eyes. I have worked and saved money, bought a 1983 Ford F 250 Diesel pick up. I have run bio diesel through it, but have not brewed my own fuel. This second year at My Robot Is Pregnant is going to reflect my continued friendship with Marc Horowitz, who is a very inspiring person. He exudes the joy of art.

He also documents everything, and it makes it feel more real. Or perhaps it isn't more real. Rather, it just feels important than doing it with only human eyes to bear witness. I foresee a time when people who can't videotape their whole life will be looked down on simply because they can't verify anything they've done. Like how we look at people without running water. Most likely the people who do not have documentation will feel they are poorer but more spiritual. They aren't taking part in the self indulgent modern world. Those of us who do video everything, photograph it and sound record it, we will feel like most American's do when they travel to a third world country: awed that not everyone needs this much technology. Some people will still rely on word of mouth to build a reputation. This documentation is an effort to live forever. It is all part of the American disease of ego. I have a website, where I put pictures of myself up for people to see. It's helping the world, right?