Where are you today?

Dig Adam's purple shirt!

joshua bruce {joshua@badass.net}

Cat {heitchue@umich.edu}

Tonight I sit in The Middle of Nowhere, Arizona. I think of my love, peacefully asleep in our bed in Germany. I think of my family, peacefully asleep in the rooms surrounding mine. I watch television and surf the Web and wander the dark house, avoiding my bed and the miserable restlessness I feel when I attempt to go to sleep myself. Tonight I envy the contentment of those around me.

Jessica

Happy Birthday, Fray.

Halcyon {IMissTheFrayGang@lustmonkey.com}

In fact it took a few seconds for my mind to register the name. Oh yeah. Alex. Didn't she kick me out of her Yahoo Club because I was being an A-1 jerk? Yea. That Alex. And I don't even recall why I was being a jerk but it seemed very important to me at the time.

So she's quit, has she? I once wondered when she'd figure it out. She bother saying why? "Not really." My friend said, "You should look at her site."

I haven't gone. I probably won't. She seemed very important to me at one time. I can't remember why.

Earlier today, just as tomorrow turned to today, I got a reminder email saying that Moments was updated.

I still have that update thing? I thought I turned that off. I shrugged.

I clicked over. Glanced at it. Strange. I used to like this stuff. Not just "her." All of it. That genre of personal webmaking that refused to be classified because it was too cool to be unclassifyable. I used to like it.

It used to be important to me, for some reason that completely escapes me now. I thought it was going somewhere. I had hopes it was going to make a difference somehow.

Guess we all gotta grow up some time, huh?

Now. Today. I get a message in email from yet another reminder list I guess I was too lazy to remove myself from.

Fray is three. Oh. That's nice. I hadn't been to Fray since it turned two.

I think, this can't be a coincidence that I'm being reminded of all this now. Again. When for months I just shelved that whole half-life of "journaling" and went on with my real one. Then I think.. yes. It is all a coincidence, and a pretty unimportant one at that.

It all seemed to matter at one time. I can't for the life of me recall why now.

Oh and by the way, this comes from a very small voice. A very small fish that used to swim in a very large pond. A fish that has no illusions as to how insignificant his congratulatory remarks are upon those still in that pond who have no interest in hearing them. A fish that knows this message will get buried somewhere around page nine and no one's going to read it anyway.

Happy birthday Fray. God speed.

I'm not at any party. Nobody likes having a wet blanket at their party. And no. I'm not important. I'm someone that some people thought might be important someday, but probably can't even remember my name now.

Funny how that works. Isn't it?

Zach Garland {zachsmind@yahoo.com}

sterling {signal@empty.org}

I have more faith in humanity....which actually says a lot, if you knew me. Thank you!

nicole

Wanderlust has me by the balls lately. I just moved to New Orleans from San Francisco in April, even bought a house. A good friend back in SF, back home, calls New Orleans my mistress and San Francisco my wife. Is there room in the bed for Amsterdam?

So I'm thinking a lot about what it is to be home, what makes home for me. I'm not quite sure how a small town boy like myself has arrived here but suddenly I can see myself clearly as some sort of minor international businessman. A very appealing thought. But how does that fit in with my wanting marriage, children, home and hearth and so on?

Dont know. But I do know I'm coming back to Europe soon. And I do know that I want another cup of coffee.

Patrick {trick@whatever-works.com}