September 2009
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Shaking Off The Shackles of Socialization
Earlier today, I assaulted Facebook and Twitter. This is nothing new: those are my tools for the most part when honking malevolently into the silence of net-space. It’s also how I keep in touch with friends, (some) family and the construct we all possess known as the “outside world.” At any rate, I came up with a plan which is utterly flawed but I am in love with. I said,...
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Scraps 9/29/09
I just wrote an extremely lengthy entry and deleted it. First time I’ve done that.
My reasoning was that it was unsound. Not as a piece of writing, because that’s a fairly arbitrary decision; but as a representation of my own thoughts. I don’t think it did me any good to put out a confused jumble of anger-tinged words. Clarity is the whole goal here. Expression and in a very...
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Scraps 9/26/09
I need to get some things out of my head so I figure here is the best place to do them. Screaming mutely into the abyss of the internet is one of my favorite pastimes, and scream I shall. Let’s number these suckers.
1) I went to a museum exhibit on Pompeii today. When you walked in, the first glass case of bricabrac and household whatsits were coins. Laid out in concentric circles, growing...
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Weary Weekend
I’m on an alliteration theme right now, mentally, and I just can’t seem to escape it for some reason. But, that is likely not what concerns anyone. Hopefully the quality or even just plain quantity of prose herein is what draws people. Because it sure as hell ain’t the funny pictures. There haven’t been any of those for quite some time.
I’ll be honest with you,...
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Redundant Roadtrip
Today I awoke in a hotel in the small city of Warrnambool. No joke, that’s how it’s spelled. We piled into the car and began a drive to Portland to go see a variety of things.
The previous day we had traveled The Great Ocean Road, a stretch of 2-lane surprisingly fast highway a bit reminiscent of California’s Route 101. Its curves and switchbacks render all but the driver ill...
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Just a quick one...
Until I get photographic evidence (which necessitates going to a store that sells cameras and buying a little cable with a jack on it that only Olympus uses, thank you very much), words will have to suffice to describe my experience. I realize this can be troubling, because I am suspect. As a blogger, which is a bit like a narrator but without the prestige or built-in credibility, one falls victim...
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Yet more from the bowels of the Earth.
On the top right hand corner of my Tumblr menu, it informes me that I have followed 0 people and liked 0 things. Is my blogging so anti-social? I prefer to think that I like all kinds of things, and I follow the fossil footsteps of all living things that have walked the ground before me. Rather than needing to hit a button to inform the world that I follow or like something, I will simply take it...
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A Week In...
And what have I learned so far…
I’ve learned that other people’s poo isn’t really that bad. It’s not good, but it’s not worth vomiting about. Even baby poo, which is particularly nefarious and… curiously yellow. I’ve learned that the ability to cook, when combined with putting up with small children, will get you room and board in some...
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Airline Travel, and Why It Sucks All Hard.
Yes, I know it’s not the most eloquent title I’ve ever come up with, but sometimes… Sometimes to get to the core of a thing, to reach inside it and tug out its reluctant essence, you just have to beat it about the head and neck with words you learned when you were seven.
At any rate, I had planned this first post form Australia as one filled with pictures of the travelling...