Yearbooks, documents, music, video that I've scanned, made, composed, etc., uploaded to my favorite internet repository, the Internet Archive.
Scanned image of an Iowa State Daily (newspaper) from Ames, Iowa, during my years there. A larger image is available if desired.
Early computing set me off into writing a story at the same time I wrote music. Both the sounds of my sound module and the word processing ability of 1992 were pretty primitive. The Alien Abduction Rêverie music page is here. (All pdfs open in new tabs.)
Oh, way back in 1977 when I moved into an apartment on an old building on Burnett Street in Ames, Iowa, I had access to the cellar, where I found a lot of material that appeals to my sense of being a pack rat. One thing was this high school football program.
This fire was essentially the last year before AIDS became a concern. The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, recently formed, sold small vials of the ashes from this fire as "holy relics." It was rather amusing; they used it to fund their infancy. Somewhere I may still have some of those.
Once upon a time in the 1990s, I had several Madagascar cockroaches as "pets." I would feed them and pull them out whenever I had company. Often the company was not as interested in the insects as I was. I put up a web page about them, including some primitive graphics with them crawling around on me, etc. One day I got an email from France. It inspired a new section of my web site!.
In 1988 during the heights of the AIDS crisis, the German Oak restaurant on Market Street in San Francisco, threw a benefit to help fund further research. An awful lot of people came to it, including many of the City's political dignitaries of the time. The German Oak was a hangout for me and a number of my friends for three or four years during its life on Market Street. A larger image is available if desired.
"San Francisco International," from public access television in 1988, hosted by Frank Ahern, who used to be a regular at the restaurant as well.
The last place I worked in Iowa was Hach Chemical Company between 1974-1978. I played on their company basketball team. I came across a photo published in the local paper of the team, as well as the scores from the '74-'74 season, so I created a web page out of the statistics.
Many people will never get to see a hospital bill for $526,949.91. Well, I have. Next time you see me, you may touch me.
When John Waters' movie "Polyester" was first released I went several times to it at the Castro Theatre here in San Francisco. When the movie was over, I picked up some scratch and sniff cards used during the movie and have kept them all these years. The movie was supposedly filmed in "Odorama"!
It was a chilly night indeed when this man happened to be leading a pack of naked runners shooting through the campus at Iowa State University in Ames. The photo didn't get published across the state, but it did make a splash at the time. The hapless streaker shaved and went incognito the next day, probably because so much fun was being made of him. That's our culture! A larger image is available if desired.
This was my only attempt at writing what might pass for a novel. It's long enough, it's odd enough, and it combines a lot of my own historical background (Donna Reed was from Iowa, as I was). Timed to take place during the time in about January/February of 1964, right when the Beatles made their splash onto American soil, set in Hilldale, home to the Stone family on television who were in the Donna Reed Show, and featuring people being falsely positive and nice, an experimental hallucinogenic drug that gets into the household, disappearing children with replacement daughters, and some nasty neighbors. Once upon a time in the 1990s, a friend of the man who played Smitty, who was Donna and Alex's son Jeff's friend on the show, called me at work and told me that his friend just HAD to read this story. So it is likely at least one cast member may have seen it once upon a time. The only other connection I really have to the show was once at a job of mine in the 1980s I took a call from Paul Peterson, who was leasing limos to my boss when he traveled in Southern California.
Xmas Balls in the Twentieth Century was a Sutro Tower Video movie. The Xmas Balls of the twenty-first century are destined, at least far as I know, to remain a number of web pages, generated in 2004 in October and November before the presidential election, as the United States moved increasingly forward into a spy / fascist / police state.
Zaerrf and her kittens, Spigot and Reboot; and later Squirrel, TC, and PIP. After the two cats I brought with me from Iowa to San Francisco in 1978 died (Kitty Carlisle and Prince Precious), I went a number of years without a cat, then brought a pregnant female home from work one day (Zaerrf). She had kittens, but it turned into a disaster as she had Feline Leukemia Virus and passed it on to them. They died, rather quickly. I got three more cats in 1996 after the death of the previous ones (Squirrel, TC, and PIP), and they too have now all died, the last in 2014 at age 17½!
A few pics of things I worked on for CD labels. Photoshop and Freehand Graphics were both used in the production of these. I haven't really done any color printing now in years, but used to quite a lot.
Three items in this pdf. A montage of stills from the 1988 video, "Carmel Knowledge," — stills that don't appear on the video's page in the Sutro Tower Video section. A photograph taken by the new miracle of digital cameras mixed in with the new miracle of e-mail, circa 2000, at the Microsoft store in the new Metreon shopping center in downtown San Francisco (note: all uses of "new" were relative to that period, this would be nothing now). Finally, a self-portrait I made one New Years' Eve night (mostly) with Paint Shop Pro when I didn't feel like going out. This would have been the end of 1996 or possibly 1997.
Lots of things that I found while rummaging around or cleaning drives up. There is a lot more elsewhere! I'm pretty sure I've lost some earlier versions of my web site, but in the sphere of things, that really doesn't matter much.
A story about a doctor visit I made in 1996, 2 years before my health started to fail. This story was on one of the very earliest "editions" of my web site, probably even before I acquired the brumm.com domain. The irony is strong for me in this one.
brumm.com 404 error, if you have a URL that is incorrect
brumm.com 401, a forgotten password, useless, as there aren't any passwords here
brumm.com 403, if a hacker tries to hack in
brumm.com 500, if it is our fault