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Archive for July, 2009

Turn it Up… to 11

Friday, July 31st, 2009

He’s not wrong, I’ll give him that.

Almost done moving woo hoo!

35 Years

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Other important points?

I’ve got nothing tonight.

A Happy Pig

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

kisses Socrates.

I dont think he minds much.

It is dripping hot in the office again and I might take the afternoon off. We have nothing to lose save our chains.

With a Limp

Monday, July 27th, 2009

I’m reconnecting with old friends, listening to music and promising to make that birthday call.

Today I Pounce on Kitten

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

Protein Chains: Small Town Poems for People with Cacti

Friday, July 24th, 2009

One small white pill for sunlight, another for vegtable and yet a third for the shells of sea cochroaches, there is no pill for fog tumbled over the city, or for street lamps that poke out like her leg from the blankets…

He used to hear “lets conquer the world, but first take a little nap” absurd nap times have given way to activities and now this back is hard and well detailed like a fine picture but there are no inconvenient nap times, or euphemism for sex and sleep, but all day hikes with striking views of a small town spread out around the water, oil slicks feed suspicious looking kelp, sea plants like the feces of people looking at echo porn, he’s got too much time on his hands, like chalk and sore muscles, or rust colored mistakes, machines of joy and grace forgotten salty in the harbor, the most beautiful industrial waste, a gleaming beach and seagulls.

Something Awkward

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

A week of mostly climbing, sore and almost sprained. I need a weekend.

Serious Time

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Old age storm crows wing their way over to tell me to slow down and keep my legs,

bank deposit bone slips worm their way through femur and Achilles to let me know I’m over drawn,

while biceps complain that little girls shouldn’t be able to climb so well and I’ll get up on that wall

to avoid serious time, and conversation of doom and gloominess.

Still, Ouch.

Life imitates Art

Friday, July 17th, 2009

The Kindle is sort of a double edged beast.

On the one hand it provides you with an all in one elctric storage device that lets you keep and read all of your novels, papers and other purchased text products in one easy to use, operate and maintain device.

On the other hand it uses DRM. DRM, or Digital Rights Management, is sort of the post modern devil. With DRM companies no longer sell you the media (the book or publication) but access to it. Access that they maintain sole ownership and controll of.

Well what does that mean? It means they can take their media back at any time for any reason. It means they can limit the number of times you can access the media, it means that as long as they have some wierd clause like “we reserve the right to modify this agreement at anytime without notifying you” they have said rights.

For instance you can check here and here, to see some of the pitfalls of DRM.

Welcome to theĀ  post-modern corperate ownership culture.

Mystery Hunger

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

This is most likely of no interest to you.

Last night I was struck by an incredible hunger at 7:30.

I was crazy, ready to fight, laughing looking at the girl driving a car, ready to grind bones to make my bread.

Burning next to my spine and empty.

Then I had meatloaf and went to sleep.