The story so far.

I was tired of seeing everybody get their lucky break. Now I know we live in a culture of instant gratification and instant fame and just-add-TV celebrities and I know that there are a lot people out there still struggling, still paying their dues, but that doesn’t stop me, rationality has never stopped me, from feeling like I’ve missed my Lucky Break many times.

It could just be me, yes, that I don’t deserve the Lucky Break I think I should get. But I entertain this thought like I mind the lint in my belly button. Very sporadically, and usually to more detriment than good.

Yes. The story so far. I’m staging a sit in. I’m not leaving my apartment except to walk my dog, Murphy. Meanwhile, I will continue to make some money doing my freelance database stuff. It’s mindless, trivial, and meaningless. I’m going to post a photo daily, or as nearly as daily as I can manage, of my habitat. Yes, well, true, the habitat of a shut-in could be quite squalid but that is not my intent. Any squalor will be accidental.

Why? Why not. Everybody has a blog. I want to get me some. I also want attention. Funny that a recluse should seek attention. But I also get fixated on my own ideas and my idea was this: archive my habitat as thoroughly as I can. Not just objects. Objects are not terribly interesting. And you already know what objects looks like. Thoughts in pictures. Ideas. Moods. Textures. Patterns.

I actually started this project weeks before I went live. I’m writing this just a few days after I’ve gone live, actually. At first, I tried to create a weblog from scratch. That’s typical. I inevitably, inexorably, do things the hard way. I spent more than a week trying to create this site from scratch, before the smallest amount of scratching upturned such useful worms as B2 and Moveable Type.

Yes. My sweet jellybean is a real person. She has graciously granted me permission to use my side of our dialogue. I do not include her side for a couple of reasons. In part because this is my project and my story, but primarily because I want to respect her privacy. Our culture harasses and exploits the witness. We’re all witnesses.

I have declared my intent already but I will summarize here. The base of my intent is the experiment itself. I want to archive my habitat. Memories are encoded in physical spaces. Of course memory is also most easily unlocked by smell and taste but there aren’t tools I know of for recording that so I will use my camera. I also want to discipline myself to write and to take pictures. A public forum is the best way to be in the right place at the right time. I want attention. I want sponsorship. I want to be on Ellen. I want new cameras.

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