(Do you ever get this feeling that you somehow just don't fit in?)
The autumn leaves are falling like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians and you, you are a thousand miles away; there are always two cups at my table.
You can look at personal stuff about me, like my current computer naming scheme, what I want for Chrismas, where people think I'm from, my geek code, my GPG key, my death klezmer band and a very satisfying (at least for me) picture of me beating up a user.
After 7 years of avoiding Internet cliches, I've finally broken down and wrote a web page about my cat. There's also a page of personal stuff about me, but being a geek, it's really about work and school. And of course, my resume.
You can read about places I've been: trips, parties, talks, conferences, installfests, raves, continents.
You can read my writings, including the keener purity test , and my attempts at translating the poetry of Richard Desjardins, the French-Canadian poet and songwriter, and stories about my trip to Europe.
You can join the montreal-raves mailing list, a discussion list about techno music and raving in the Montreal area.
I've started a technopagan Book of Shadows online: "All praises to the technomother", where I want to join the poetry and reverence for nature of traditional Goddess-worshiping paganism with the hard sciences, cool technology, mathematics and rave culture.