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Hi. I'm Mark. I recently revamped this part of the website in order to give you a little better, a little more honest and earnest view of me, mark. I know that few people will ever find themselves here and of those who do, many will be glad they have a 'back' button on their browser. So I guess this is for the rest of you mostly.

I have a lot of pictures of me here because I like it when people have their picture on their website. The web is anonymous enough already. I like it when people put their picture on their website no matter what they look like. I was born in Seattle, but I don't remember it.

I could put little facts about me here, but if you wanted to know stuff like that you could just ask me. I'm not very hard to get a hold of. That looks really funny when it's written. I studied English, so I try to do a good job with grammar and such, but I'm not really too particular.

I have been drinking some. There is not time to tell people about yourself like when you're a little drunk. Although it can sometimes be good in other states, too. I took some miniature polaroids of myself. To tell the truth, I wanted to figure out if I was good looking or not. This actually contains all the pictures I took except the ones that sucked for technical reasons (e.g. only a little bit of my head was in the frame). I couldn't decide.

I have some writing that I should type out and post here. Who knows, someday I may have to update this site. I'm anticipating not. In fact, I am being intentionally vague to avoid dating myself (which would be awful any way you think of it) with the assumption that this will sit here for a while. It is September 19, 2000 9:05 pm.

I decided to write one paragraph for each picture. There are seven pictures. I have to write another paragraph or destroy one of the pictures. Alternately it is possible that I will have to take more pictures. What sort of enlightened romanticism follows postmodernism? I very much want to be in love. I am in love, with music and ideas and such, but I still feel empty without romantic love. I don't even know why that is so important.

Now I live in Portland. Oregon. It kinda sucks that such a cool place has to specify it's state. I am a little high, so that sentence seemed really weird, you know? What kind of state am I in? Why should I specify it? Anyhow, I have seven paragraphs now and I think the pictures I have already will suffice.

(old yodar stuff)

(this house is not a...)

bye, mark

(some notes)

Hi. I'm Mark. I recently revamped this part of the website in order to give you a little better, a little more honest and earnest view of me, mark. I know that few people will ever find themselves here and of those who do, many will be glad they have a 'back' button on their browser. So I guess this is for the rest of you mostly.
	I have a lot of pictures of me here because I like it when people have their picture on their website. The web is anonymous enough already. I like it when people put their picture on their website no matter what they look like. I was born in Seattle, but I don't remember it.
I could put little facts about me here, but if you wanted to know stuff like that you could just ask me. I'm not very hard to get a hold of. That looks really funny when it's written. I studied English, so I try to do a good job with grammar and such, but I'm not really too particular.
	I have been drinking some. There is not time to tell people about yourself like when you're a little drunk. Although it can sometimes be good in other states, too. I took some miniature polaroids of myself. To tell the truth, I wanted to figure out if I was good looking or not. This actually contains all the pictures I took except the ones that sucked for technical reasons (e.g. only a little bit of my head was in the frame). I couldn't decide.
I have some writing that I should type out and post here. Who knows, someday I may have to update this site. I'm anticipating not. In fact, I am being intentionally vague to avoid dating myself (which would be awful any way you think of it) with the assumption that this will sit here for a while. It is September 19, 2000 9:05 pm.
	I decided to write one paragraph for each picture. There are seven pictures. I have to write another paragraph or destroy one of the pictures. Alternately it is possible that I will have to take more pictures. What sort of enlightened romanticism follows postmodernism? I very much want to be in love. I am in love, with music and ideas and such, but I still feel empty without romantic love. I don't even know why that is so important.
Now I live in Portland. Oregon. It kinda sucks that such a cool place has to specify it's state. I am a little high, so that sentence seemed really weird, you know? What kind of state am I in? Why should I specify it? Anyhow, I have seven paragraphs now and I think the pictures I have already will suffice.
(old yodar stuff) (this house is not a...)	bye, mark (some notes)