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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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There's a girl in London, Ontario that has just made a big decision. She's nervous but seems to think it will work out ok. Hopefully, she's right.

Even though I had initially decided to try for a Master's program next year at the University of my choice (Columbia), I've now changed my mind. Again. I've decided to go this year. Classes start in three weeks. I'm either having a gigantic yardsale, or will be putting my things in storage. I haven't gotten that far in the planning yet.

This morning, I ate a bunch of Honeycomb and contemplated the chances of finding a cheap apartment in three weeks in New York. Can't be that hard, there are a gazillion brokers and everything is for rent now. I don't know, I might be just sweet talking myself.

Also, the nude self portraits, that's as nude as it will ever get. At least for internet posting.

nap time. I'm old now.
cheers.

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