Monday, April 24, 2006

into the abyss?

what is this emptiness...?

in other news, interesting read, this.


if a star goes nova, and it isn't ours, why should we care? and if it is ours, then again why should we care? it's not as if we could do anything about it anyway. world poverty & hunger, the global aids epidemic, those stuff we can fix (although we choose not to), but if the sun goes nova... not much we can do about that.

unless we uncover the method of slipping from this strand of realtime, into a better one. one less harmed by our pervasive, pathological, presence. one that we will swallow and debase, make a faithful replica of the realtime that we are subject to now.

nova looks better and better now, doesn't it.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006


yeah i know i'm behind the times, but i just saw spaceballs (mel brooks rocks) a couple weekends ago. an odd film...

but there's a scene with a transporter. and guess what, a similar scenario just happened to me, i kid you not, except with a telephone; we don't have a transporter.

this is one of the odder things of working where i do, with the persons i work with. and when it happened, i was surprised enough that i was speechless for a moment. with the surreal-ness of the entire thing.

i love my job.

Friday, April 07, 2006


didn't he write something called metamorphose? or was it kafka? or was it both...?

it's funny how things change over time. body temperature as a complex function of external thermal inputs and outputs for one example. gradually coming to like beets, or dislike raisins for another.

associations change too. i dived in, and the water was fine, albeit a little chilly. and we swam together in the datastream, and exchanged packets of information. but a time has arrived when we are no longer as synchronous as we were. is that a shame? should we resend the initiation codes again?

my loves, i find that i am not as motivated as i once was. for a time (undefined function) i may have to swim with others. gain & share what i can with someones who aren't you (indefinate plural).

will i miss you? perhaps. and i hear that you already miss me. perhaps we lost touch before i recognized it?

..this wasn't a digression. in sharing packets, and exchanging them, we all grow and change. sometimes into things that we don't realize til it happened, things that we didn't expect we would become. i'm still in flux i guess...