I don’t know how I could have possibly forgotten to mention this last night since it was extremely devastaing to me. I wear a purple bracelet (one of those 80s ones) on my left wrist that I have had on since I was in 4th grade (16 years). My childhood best friend and I traded them and promised we would never take them off, and until yesterday that was true for me. After my resignation speech I went to sit down in the auditorium to look at some pictures from the festival. I got up when I was done and look at my hand and it was gone. My heart dropped and I thought I was going to have a panic attack until I found it on the ground. It had totally split in half. Mind you, I have had to repair it two other times with a threaed and needle, but both times it stayed on my wrist. This was the first time it had ever been off. I freaked out and was on the verge of a breakdown. I know it sounds really silly to be obssessing over something like that, but it is what it represents and what it means to me. I am very into symbols and signs, so believe me I had a field day analyzing that one. I tried tucking it away so I could save it somewhere, but I could not bear not having it on, so I got some some needle and thread and repaired it again. Again, I know it sounds silly but that bracelet represents so much to me about the first half of my life and the people I knew and the person I was, and although I have a second one on my hand that means just as much, I couldn’t let the other one go.
April 21, 2002 @ 8:10 am | So Sayeth Da Kaml

Frighteningly accurate Piscean traversing the rhetorical hills and mountains of NYC and beyond while negotiating life in the 30s. Jack-of-all-trades with divergent tastes and proclivities tending too many creative irons in the fire and, thusly, prone to fits of malaise, neuroses, and some light paranoia. A writer, an actor, a baker, a candlestick maker. Ersatz Caucasian with pop cultural obsessive tendencies. Quietly opining with no stick leaving safe no topic - least of all, himself.Why "camel"? It is an ode to a nickname of yesteryear created in playful jest and ribbing of my birth and upbringing in a land of sand dunes far away. And why not? The camel is a fastidious beast, both feral and demoesticated; a highly evolved beast physiologically unlike other mammals down to their cell-shapes. Ornery, loyal, intelligent, prone to spitting when angry (you should be see ME during a UFC match), and the central character in a straw-involving cliche.
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