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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
     
     
    Friday, May 30, 2003  

    "Wouldn't it be nice...", as the Beach Boys sang, and I'm looking at an image of Pixar Studios on the web and I'm thinking, wouldn't that be a fun place to work? Of course, I am neither an animator nor a computer programmer, but still--wouldn't it be nice to work somewhere fun? And that's my idea of fun--somewhere on the cutting edge of technology, utilizing current-and-always-verging-on-the-future tools to create, create, and create. Hell, sweeping the floors would be fun in a place like that. (Well, depressing too--always longing to burn your creative juices, pining for a motivator like Mr. Disney or the notorious Mr. Jobs to help keep the action hot--but I would probably find a way to keep things interesting.) Like come up with concepts, stories, and ideas to pitch while the animators pore over storyboards. I'll be the idea man, the Good Will Hunting of the studio hallways, composing ideas on the chalkboards during my lunch break. Sooner or later someone will discover me, and then I'll awake from this dream.

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    Tuesday, May 20, 2003  

    Still working on that story, although today, I must confess, did not turn out to be a work day. Believe me, though, something much more important came up. If I could do my thousand words (that's a thousand words day, according to Ms. See right now I would, but I can't. The house needs to sleep, and I do, too. Tomorrow's an early day, if I can pry myself out of bed that early. 5/20/2003 09:46:00 PM (0) comments





    Monday, May 19, 2003  

    So I've been working on a short story, offline, for the past week, and I'm happy to report that it's coming along, although I don't know exactly how it is going to end. I have a vague notion of where it's going; or perhaps it's not so vague. Maybe that notion I have is as solid a notion as it gets. I'm thinking I may submit this story, and try to get it published somewhere, when it's done. When it's done.

    Let's hope this streak continues.     5/19/2003 02:38:00 PM (0) comments





    Thursday, May 15, 2003  

    Although this blog is still evolving, emerging, becoming whatever it is bound to become (or perhaps it's there already), it does have a new domain name, and that's SomethingThatHappened.com. Which cements its validity, right? Hmmm...

    So write it down, remember it, come back to it, link to it, do what you may with it--but get it out there somehow, or it will forever be that soundless tree of the web. (If you see results after following that link then perhaps you are of the future.)     5/15/2003 02:21:00 PM (0) comments





    Tuesday, May 06, 2003  

    Mom in the dark confines of the bar, a big, greasy, hairy man hovering over her, attempting to plant another big, greasy, hairy kiss on her lips. Mom resisting, him caving in on her, she giving in, for the moment. Him offering her some beer. Here's a bottle, take it. Go on, you can have it. Mom holding the bottle, a child with candy. Me glaring at the guy, who the fuck are you? This is my mom, buddy. Respect her. 5/06/2003 08:07:00 AM (0) comments





    Monday, May 05, 2003  

    I now have sometime-access to a wireless phone, from which I will be able to blog. Look for more spectacular and short posts here, or perhaps spectacularly short posts.

    This is good news for you, I would hope, since I'll be able to post more often. I promise to make those shorter posts interesting and worthwhile, as subjective as that is.     5/05/2003 10:00:00 AM (0) comments





    Sunday, May 04, 2003  

    Blogging from a bench in Malibu, via wireless phone, in the sun. The life. Wish mom was here. 5/04/2003 03:57:00 PM (0) comments





     
     

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