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    dear reader/listener/viewer/enjoyer/co-conspirator:
    lest i be judged for it, i inform you now that this project continues to be a scratch pad, a space for experimentation

    in other words, enjoy what you find here, and feel free to participate, but try not to take anything personal, and don't believe that this project presents an accurate view of me or my life

    this is a window, certainly, but one that hasn't been cleaned in quite some time

    your view may be foggy, obscure...you may see things that aren't really there...

    --harold

    want some background music?
    please consider downloading my most recent music podcast.

    and yes, i love my mom and my dad;
    they've always been good to me, no matter what impression you may have received here

    they never locked me in a cellar or anything
     
    highlighted post from the archives: me rambling about a new job (from two years ago)
    i recently messed with the archives, so they may not work correctly, but you may take your chances:
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    i once was an active member of the

    association of music podcasting

    musicpodcasting.org

    along with these fine music podcasters:

    all florida indies - bing futch
    audio gumshoe - rich palmer
    audio popcorn - krash coarse
    aural icebergs music cast - tiffany rapplean
    capital rock show - bucket aka jason
    darkhorse radio - alan carr
    ears to hear - jill lawton
    eclectic mix - george l smyth
    homegrown podcast - nic treadwell
    indiefeed - chris macdonald
    le jazz affair - sal calfa
    rubyfruit radio - heather smith
    sober cafe podcast - gracie hollombe
    sundown lounge - larry winfield
    tempo of the down - harold (that's me!)
    the darkcompass podcast - rowland cutler
    the fabrications podcast - matt macfarlane
    the phill(er) - phill ramey
    the radiozoom podcast - john bollwitt
    thepillarcast.com - jon tucker
    uc radio podshow - michael yusi
    zaldor's world - les zaldor

    ¡the text on this blog wants to leap out of its borders!

    this is...

    something that happened

    somethingthathappened.com
    		stories by harold j. johnson, in various formats - including text, audio, video, and podcasts
     
     
    Monday, May 19, 2008  

    The months roll by. Months turn into years; you find out about things you've been missing. For example, a couple of new releases (which are, of course, not so new anymore) by one of your favorite recording artists (The Orb). You haven't spoken with friends in ages -- it's nearly hostile the way you've stopped speaking with anybody. (On the phone, at least, since you still kinda/sorta communicate using the 'Net.) You're angry all the time, and you feel like you shouldn't be: fer Chrissakes you've been seeing a shrink for three or four years now! Shouldn't you be sane already? Or a bit less mad, at least.

    You keep telling yourself that you'll return to something that happened, in one way or another. You know it's okay that you disappear; you don't need anyone to tell you that. But still, Hurley wants to know: Where've you been, dude?

    Been studying. Yeah, studying. Programming, mainly, but also some web design stuff -- you know, graphics applications like Photoshop and Fireworks and Dreamweaver. Currently you're learning Visual Basic in class and Ruby on your own, and today you enrolled in one class to learn PHP and another to learn Excel (because the C Programming course was full). This is the current direction of your careerseeking, and you hope it helps you find that fun vocation that you desire (rather than that horrible customer service-by-phone stuff you absolutely loathe).

    As you edit this post you decide to link to someone, because you know that people have difficulty reading stories that don't have links, so you insert this paragraph right smake in the middle of your article and mention your friend Matthew, because he's one of the first people you can think of to link to and because you actually think he's a decent and hardworking person with artistic inclinations. (This is all true but you're still going to cross out this paragraph, excepting your friend's name, because you want folks to ignore everything but the damn link.)

    Aside from a reincarnated bad neighbor situation and a bad case of anger, you're actually doing okay. Maybe you've gotta just live with being a somewhat angry dude, like that comic book guy in New York who they made that movie about. Harvey something or whatever. Picar, that's it. Pikar? Whatever. Dude's always angry about something or other. Hate to be angry like that all the time, but maybe you are. You know, inside. At least you don't carry a sourpuss face around. Or do you? Nah, you don't (you don't think).

    You finally visited your mom again -- it's been what, a year? Okay, maybe not that long, but it sure felt like it. You've adopted a new strategy that you hope will work for you: Try not to do everything when you visit her. That's a hopeless situation, and it'll just frustrate you and inevitably make you want to avoid going to see her altogether. No, you're going to do things differently this time. You're going to just visit. If you don't have the money to take her out, that's okay, you can eat in. Bring a sandwich or two, enough money for a can of Coke if you can, a cup of coffee. Truly, you just need the bus money, you know? That's it. You don't have to always bring treats; you're her best gift, and she yours.

    What else? Too much. Too much to catch up on, and there's no way you can possibly relate all that's happened, all that hasn't. So don't even try. Just this little bit of information is good for now. You know yourself; you know you have love in you, you know who you love (you think). You may not be showing it as often or in the way your friends and family would prefer, but with a little luck they'll understand that this is one way you can handle expressing that love: With this tiny article of information.

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    5/19/2008 10:10:00 PM
    Comments:
    Well (strictly from a PROGRAMMING Viewpoint) your SYNTAX is good. You went from a MARCH 18th post to a 19TH (May). ANGRY?!! - Everybody's got SOMETHING up their ass that's makin' 'em angry... cut yourself some slack! Harold. Life is good. (you COULD be sitting in a bombed out basement waiting for the killerz to pass...)

    You visited your Mom. That speaks VOLUMES.

    Peace.

    Seacrest Out :-)
    # posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4:33 PM
     
    First post I have read of a personal nature that has a novel like tone to it

    Maybe not saying it succinctly, but your writing style reminds me of the style of reading a novel.

    Fascinating I think it is gripping and real and I am gonna try it.

    Thanks for making my day...

    uD
    # posted by Anonymous ZuDfunck : 7:58 AM
     
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