i saw a tightrope walker at the cemetery today. i wouldn‘t call him a highwire artist, since the wire was about 3 feet off the ground. he was practicing, and a woman with him sat on the grass taking notes and, i think, offering comments. i do not know if i ever saw a highwire/tightrope walker in reality until now, and the cemetery was an unexpected place to find such a performer. i have seen artists out at the grave yard. painters and film-makers, though filming on calvary‘s grounds is strictly prohibited. i accompanied a film maker to Calvaryonce so he could line up shots of the BQE from there, and on other occasions i have seen Goth-looking hotties being filmed by dudes with video cameras. today, in fact, i passed under the tree which has been the sight of some filmings that i have observed, but from which i stayed far away. i stayed away from the tightrope walker, too, though i tried to steal some pictures, through a thicket of tombstones, of the man on the wire. i may have scored a few shots, but at this moment i do not know. at the calvary i visited the Draddy marker, site of the Draddy family, the patriarch of which built the Civil War Memorial about a half mile away in section 4 of the cemetery. theDraddy clan is in section 1, just a few spaces over from Nita Naldi, the silent film star. i did not realize until today how close those two parties are. i knew and had sen Nita Naldi‘s spot, and the Draddy marker, but never did i notice the 2 on the same day,or their priximity. i take some pride in my visits to the Draddy marker because I imagine myself the only human walking who makes a point to visit these Draddys. i like to find the Draddys, the Johnston tomb (rather hard to miss for its relative gigormity), thesoldiers Monument, the Danielewski child, and other of the funerary art built by the Draddy family. the Devlin Marker is a good draddy piece, though made of marble it has of course falled to pieces under exposuurre to the elements. draddy is history-book-famous for a few things but his works at
calvary are not among them. the draddy family was among the last generation to speak Irish, as in the Irish language, and i wish i knew more details about them for they seemed like a lively and interesting lot.
i did not much feel like going calvary-ward to day but i wanted to go somewhere on this beautiful day, and i di dnot feel like making the subway/bus trek to cypress hills or any of the cemetery belt yards. i checked in to my storage room on the way over. i have a decent-sized storage room nearby and i went there in advance of moving some boxes in there tomorrow. i wanted to see what space i really had and move stuff to and fro in advance of the new arrivals. the stuff is beginning to pile up to the ceiling of the room, which is a little scary, but it‘s all good. i plan to implement my nuclear backup plan, thatplan which envisions my apartmentbeing destoyed or robbed or both, with everything in it obliterated but most of my precious data safely and redundantly stored in multiple remote locations. i back most things up to a buzzword-compliant “cloud“ backup service but it would take weeks to do a full restore from that source, and the oversized files do not get sent there. the oversize files include scans of the old magazines, with each issue seizing up to 4gb of storage, nd other scans, which i do at full 600dpi and even higher. 600dpi scans seem over the top when my uses mostly involve web sites, but other uses might arise in the future and i have come to regret having not scanned things at higher dpi in the past.
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so i climbed up into the storage room and moved some stuff around. i opened some boxes and let the past waft out. a box of letters, handwritten letters, from one of many Internet-only romances, or in this case a near-romance. i never got a clear idea who this woman was, really, after years of correspondences and innocent phone conversations finalllyy exploding into other things. i rememberhow she stoppe dshort of begging and pleading but she really really really wanted pictures of my cock, but i never obliged. i don‘t think any differently of her for that, but i just couldn‘t do that. in more innocent times i waved my stuff around on the webcam, this in 1994 or 1995, and happening several times entirely by accident whilst keeping a webcam in my apartment grabbing pictures every 10 seconds 24/7/365 and one occasionally waking up and forgetting the cam was there. none saw the glories, though, i don‘t think, none on the public intertubes at least, as i got rid of those webcam shots, and quickly. mother objected to my naked-ass and good-as-nude time on the web cam but it has never bothered me. easy for me to say since nothing of that was saved or syndicated. or was it? hmmmm
