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history happening on television while ordinary people are eating dinner somewhere else # Barack Obama became the 44th President of the United States today. That is the factual sentence. Everything...
There is a manner in which certain things ask to be written, not so that they may be found, but because to exist in silence, for too long, eventually becomes insufficient. It is not urgency. It is something closer to a necessity that makes no noise, waiting patiently until it discovers the proper form. This archive was born in such a way.
Not as a diary. Not as a blog. Not as something that is updated merely for the sake of appearing alive. It is a place where certain thoughts come to rest, those which do not dissolve, those which return, those which insist with the silent obstinacy of things that truly belong to you...
history happening on television while ordinary people are eating dinner somewhere else # Barack Obama became the 44th President of the United States today. That is the factual sentence. Everything...
the strange pleasure of listening to songs about highways while milan turns white and nobody is going anywhere # Snow makes me want road music, which is illogical because snow...
apparently two adults can survive a saturday without booking their own entertainment # We had no plan today. This was Yuri’s idea and therefore initially suspicious. Saturday without a plan...
no occasion, no celebration, just loud music and exactly the right amount of stupidity # Finally, a normal night. I know I already went out Saturday, but January has been...
apparently logging off requires a level of discipline none of us possesses # MSN is still open and it is after two because apparently I have learned nothing from approximately...
the difference between useful software and evil software is approximately one unexpected update # I have spent part of Saturday doing the deeply glamorous work of updating, uninstalling, reinstalling and...
computers remain committed to the principle that every solution must create one additional problem # Something on the site still doesn’t work properly and I have now reached the stage...
new year, old nonsense, reassuringly efficient # The first full week of a new year is when reality politely removes the decorative packaging. Holidays finish, alarms return, people begin saying...
tea, cold windows and the continuing mystery of how nashville got into my computer # Sunday has somehow become country day without anybody officially deciding this. Perhaps because country music...
apparently changing one digit does not automatically reorganize your life # 2009. There, I’ve written it, so presumably something should feel different now. It doesn’t. This morning the same alarm...
two minutes left and obviously i am still typing # 2008 / end transmission. I am supposed to be away from the computer. Everybody knows this. Yuri knows this. Hikari...
apparently a year can teach things without providing a syllabus # 2008 in things I learned. Manual exposure, sort of. That expensive cameras do not automatically produce good photographs, annoyingly....
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.