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Writing by Hand

Writing by hand
at The Roost,
I counted twelve laptops,
and noted it down
with this everyday pen
and cheap notebook.

Writing by hand
is fun.
I enjoy it more than
typing on a computer.
I like sometimes
misspelling a word
and not having
an instant correction.
It takes some of
the professionalism
out of art
and life.

I'm not against technology either.
I will probably type this up
for publication on my blog.

I like using computers,
and tablets,
and the internet.
I've made some things
I couldn't have made
any other way.

Actually,
pens and writing
are also technologies,
just much older.

Mostly what I am saying
is that different tools
can do different things,
that there is a use and a feeling
you might get out of
whatever you have at hand to
make stuff with.

But it is funny,
something about all the
expensive laptops,
vs my cheap pen and paper.

Probably pens
were an amazing
cutting edge thing
at one point,
but now you can get a dozen
for a dollar
at a surplus store.

I don't think their creative
usefulness has diminished though.
We've just become used to them.


-Jim DuBois
Feb 18, 2012

Art is Artifacts of Intelligence

-Jim DuBois
Sept 7, 2014

Dreamscape #1, Final Page

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Dreamscape #1, Page 8

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Dreamscape #1, Page 3

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Dreamscape #1, page 2

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Dreamscape #1

I had this idea back in 1998, to make a rough booklet featuring small snippets of dreams I've had. The other day, 16 years later, I finished it. Sometimes it takes that long I guess.

This is the cover.


This is page 1.


-Jim DuBois

It's All About Rhythm

-Jim DuBois
March 2014

Watching the Ink Dry

-Jim DuBois

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The Fire

"I finally got my wish."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"You know how I wished
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and made me see myself
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because I think
we're all really heroes
on the inside,
waiting for a chance
to do good,
to change a part
of the world
for the better
and I'm glad
I saw this chance
and took it.


-Jim DuBois
Jan 28, 2014, written about an event that took place in December 2012.

That story about how I only ate fruit for nine months and lived in a tent in the woods behind Hampshire College (parts I, II, II)

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-Jim DuBois
Jan 2013