May 14, 2009
When we're gone at least then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: Where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?
He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party gam. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
May 13, 2009
April 28, 2009
Case in point: if this were 1904, you would not be reading this essay; you would be chopping wood or churning butter or watching one of your thirteen children perish from crib death. Your life would be horrible, but your life would have purpose. It would have clarity. Machines allow humans the privilege of existential anxiety. Machines provide us with the extra time to wrory about the status of our careers, and/or the context of our sexual relationships, and/or what it means to be alive. Unconsciously, we hate technology. We hate the way it replaces visceral experience with self-absorption. And the only way we can reconcile that hatred is by pretending machines hate us, too.
All the world's stupidest people are either zealots or atheists. If you want to truly deduce how intelligent someone is, just ask this person how they feel about any issue that doesn't have an answer; the more certainty they express, the less sense they have. This is because certainty only comes from dogma.
February 25, 2009
February 20, 2009
February 8, 2009
February 5, 2009
Michael added The Graveyard Book to his library.
January 21, 2009
January 15, 2009
yewknee says...
i do know you exist.