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A few weeks ago some media-savvy degenerates I know took a reading/recording of mine and, amazingly, added a soundtrack and video to it. It's now on YouTube. Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing, and the original recording was on a $19 mp3 player, so this has come a long, long way. Many thanks to Nathan for the ambient sound and Leah for the art-house video.

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Also: check out my friend Jill's site today, as she explains why the "sleep-aid tapes" she gave me for Christmas are really nothing more than her telling me to do endless projects for her. Or at least she calls them "projects".

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  1. that was so weird
    in a wonderful way.

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