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finally, a pause
Friday was close to being a complete write-off. First I went downtown to take someone's photo, only to stand about waiting for an hour in the cold, at home a note sent through the digital, "stuck in a meeting, sorry!", my lack of cell phone stranding me yet again. Things cheered up briefly when I walked home to find an invitation to a job interview ( Read more... ) -
when you burn, what will remain to teach me?
Eric Speed - Maniac
I used to wear a skeleton key around my neck that I found in an old house, a plain metal thing on a utilitarian chain, scuffed from a hundred years of use. I lost it somehow. Given away, maybe, or left behind somewhere after a shower or swim. I wore it for years, but forgot about it completely until recently, when a new, tiny ( Read more... ) -
the way of it
Very few updates lately. I still haven't found work, though I apply to at least ten vacancies a day, my uncle John is still living with us, growing more frustrated with Vancouver by the hour, and David's bookstore has been suffering, sales wiped out by the hockey season, to the point where the owners seem to be threatening closure. Yet, all in all ( Read more... ) -
the idoru of telemarketing
- Robotic Ghost Knifefish is Born (w. video).
- 3D Printing-On-Demand Now Available in Titanium"Please indicate your gender. Press one if you're a female. Press two if you're a male." Even though I am a binary answer, I still flinch, thinking of the graffiti I read earlier in the woman's washroom at Cafe Du Soliex, (next to Amber's love note to Silva ( Read more... )
- Robotic Ghost Knifefish is Born (w. video).
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cortisol
- Teach Parents: Send your parents a tech support care package, sponsored by Google.I leave for Seattle today to close down a significant part of my life, sift the remnants gently into a suitcase and some boxes, and bring it back to Vancouver. As concepts go, it remains sad, but I am significantly less unsettled about the entire idea. One time-line ( Read more... )
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press release
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I've been semi-kidnapped to Whistler by the glittering stars of a hacker convention, which means hot-tubbing and skidoo's, but does not include attending the Vagabond Circus at LIME or Dress Up & Bowl at Commodore Lanes. My apologies.
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sleep
Long nights spit out like toothpaste into an unfamiliar sink. She looks up, enamel, black tile, an older building. Wooden floors. Tall doorways. Stained glass. A dragon in the next room, sitting on the couch, warming his hands on a sweetened cup of bitter tea. White walls. Cold windows ( Read more... ) -
as if anyone cares about this stuff
According to the June 2007 Discover Magazine, the internet weighs 0.2 millionths of an ounce ( Read more... )
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