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me and one of the new baby kittens.

Rock is Prayer

Click my pallie, Martyn, and me.



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Michael Dean

My KUSF and KALX interviews

Go to photo by marie caruso.cats are 'angels with fur'.meow 9/27/99 1:43:51 AM. the chix dig me me and a batch o' catz.

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See my new baby cats! my cats can beat up your cats!

Summer Reading List

 

 

Martyn is the only bass player with teeth worse than mine.

my teeth

The second hardest working teeth in Rock And Roll

The hardest working teeth in Rock And Roll

Martyn's teeth

(photo by MD.
Digital twisting by M. D y Marie)
 
glitter doll lives
(photo by Ron Bosia.
Digital twisting by M. D)

(photo byDave Majka.
Digital twisting by M. D)
It's

MICHAEL DEAN's

world. Frank just lived in it!

After reading "future shock" I decided to give my computer away and stop. It lasted about 3 days. here is what my index page said the week of april 24, 1999. WHY I GAVE MY COMPUTER AWAY By Michael W. Dean Basically, after six years of working on computers, I feel they are a detriment, rather than a positive influence in my life. I'm no Luddite, but have come to the conclusion that I am addicted to being in front of a screen, at the expense of things I used to love: reading, person-to-person communication, making and listening to live music and even lovemaking. I spend eight hours a day at work in front of a screen, then come home and spend four hours more (at least). The time at home is often "productive" (web-design, answering e-mail, creative writing, etc.) but sometimes it is just repeatedly checking my e-mail every few minutes or sending out forwarded junk or whatever I am thinking that moment to my whole address list. Sometimes it is simply ego surfing (checking search engines for references to me or my bands, or checking hit logs for my files or even just surfing my own sprawling site- www.kittyfeet.com -an action which is the ultimate in mental masturbation....) Sometimes I send my wonderful, beautiful girlfriend home so I can peruse these useless activities. And I'll bet I ain't the only one out there doing this crap.... I'm not going cold turkey. I am going to continue to take jobs, for now, that use computers. And at work I will continue to check my e-mail (but will limit it to once or twice a day rather than the 6-10 times an hour I currently do it). I am going to finish up the two small web sites that I have promised to do for my sister and a friend. I have cancelled my connectivity account starting next month. For now I will continue to pay for my server space for my web site, but will not do much in the way of updating regularly. As soon as I have completed these two prior webbing commitments, (hopefully by my 35th birthday, in late May) I am going to give my computer away. I still have my Alphasmart (www.alphasmart.com) to write on, but that is less a computer, and more a typewriter. As an arbitrary yet concrete goal, I am going to try and forgo owning a computer through 1/1/2000. This may not seem like a large step, but to me, it is. I have been without a computer for several days before and experienced withdrawal symptoms that resembled an opiate kick (I say this without hyperbole and have the direct experience to facilitate a comparison). I am not planning on moving to that cabin in Montana this week, and may have a computer at some time in the future. But maybe I'll just skip the modem.

San Francisco, April 1999. Feel free to write me personally, but since I will be checking mail sporadically through a slower web-based interface, please take me off your mailing lists. I am taking you all off mine. You can snail me at

 

ENTER kittyfeet IF YOU MUST back home!

11/19/99 5:29:40 PM I am quitting playing live music. It hurts my fucking ears at any volume, even with earplugs. Tinitus sucks. I sold my SVT bass amp (the cat "Beast") and bought more digital recording stuff.
I am still gonna record quietly at home, play my acoustic, and art like a motherfucker in other mediums.