Comments on: Diary!!! http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/ Shamans Not Astronauts Tue, 02 Dec 2008 17:45:09 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 By: Philthy http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/#comment-120 Philthy Sun, 26 Feb 2006 09:17:14 +0000 http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/#comment-120 I found that diary. I found that diary.

]]> By: JK http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/#comment-109 JK Thu, 19 Jan 2006 04:21:01 +0000 http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/#comment-109 I felt it at the time you found this diary, but I did not say. There is something creepily dead about this thing. I don't know what it is. How it ends after only a handful of entries and then blends in with the remaining empty pages, somehow leaves me with unease. It's not until I see the pictures that it seals it for me. Or maybe it's here, on the web, seeing again digitally, what I saw in my hands that actually pushes me over. I don't know. I don't know why. It's just a feeling. The picture of the party around the table really freaks me out. Not in a way that repulses me. But it freaks me out because it is so candid and yet so dead and forgotten. I mean this diary! Did it not truly mean what it meant to whoever assembled it as it was intended at one time -- in the early eighties? What happened to the party? Where did it go? Why did this anonymous diary place itself in front of you? Peer into the eyes of the photos and the words of the captions. What is being transmitted? What is not being transmitted? Why, for instance, is the remaining 3/4ths of the book blank? I felt it at the time you found this diary, but I did not say. There is something creepily dead about this thing. I don’t know what it is.

How it ends after only a handful of entries and then blends in with the remaining empty pages, somehow leaves me with unease. It’s not until I see the pictures that it seals it for me. Or maybe it’s here, on the web, seeing again digitally, what I saw in my hands that actually pushes me over. I don’t know.

I don’t know why. It’s just a feeling.

The picture of the party around the table really freaks me out. Not in a way that repulses me. But it freaks me out because it is so candid and yet so dead and forgotten. I mean this diary! Did it not truly mean what it meant to whoever assembled it as it was intended at one time — in the early eighties?

What happened to the party? Where did it go? Why did this anonymous diary place itself in front of you?

Peer into the eyes of the photos and the words of the captions. What is being transmitted? What is not being transmitted? Why, for instance, is the remaining 3/4ths of the book blank?

]]> By: BoontDustie » Private I Links http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/#comment-104 BoontDustie » Private I Links Sun, 15 Jan 2006 21:38:58 +0000 http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/#comment-104 [...] rown out answering machine with a message that leaves the whole affair an utter mystery. 3.Diary! - Excerpts from a diary I found. 4. Dead Cat A flier about a dead cat. 5. The [...] [...] rown out answering machine with a message that leaves the whole affair an utter mystery. 3.Diary! - Excerpts from a diary I found. 4. Dead Cat A flier about a dead cat. 5. The [...]

]]> By: Hilary http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/#comment-99 Hilary Sun, 15 Jan 2006 20:09:19 +0000 http://www.boontdusties.com/journal/2006/01/14/diary/#comment-99 haha, I love how they did the rumba with a broomstick haha, I love how they did the rumba with a broomstick

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