The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

We’re all just fumbling in the dark — for a heart of hearts

Category: Nostalgia

the skin of the night

I’m typing this on Dragon NaturallySpeaking inside of VMWare… I mean, I really liked MacSpeech Dictate, but there is absolutely nothing built in to the software to allow you to to correct its mistakes. It could be the best program in the world in terms of accuracy, but you can’t fix its mistakes without typing… [...]

new york, let me count the ways I love you

We went into the city for the information session at Parsons, which was very informative. There was a farmers’ market going on in Union Square, with all sorts of organic bread, goat cheese, vegetables, etc. from upstate New York. We had a snack at the Starbucks, and walked across the plaza to this enormous, five-floor [...]

must be the moon

I don’t know what the point of tonight is. July 29, 2008. The first day of the rest of your life. Fuck this shit. My phone is cooing at me to recharge it. Switch to offline mode. It’s incredible how long a phone can stay alive when the radio is turned off. Same with people. [...]

graveyard girl

Today was made for the river. Heaven is driving back home on a scooter, in 100+ degree weather gloriously air conditioned by wet clothes from the river. A morning picnic on a bench at McKinley park Chelsea lamping it up at the beginning of our movie shoot (we never did shoot anything) River time. River [...]

birthday blues

I just haven’t had much to write about lately. I guess it’s my birthday tomorrow, so I should at least make an attempt to write something. Today I went to work and it was completely uneventful. Afterwards I went home and did more math. I went up to Brookings for my class, but I was [...]