Journal.

fragments of quiet intelligence

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...

Every article is a scene. Every word, a frame of something that would not have remained, had it not

been written

From the archive.

Questions & Musings

Apparently I Am a Computer Snob

Erick informed me today that I am becoming a “computer snob.” This accusation came after I said his cousin’s PC looked like office equipment, which I still maintain was an...

Networks & Codes

The Internet Has a Design Problem

I have come to the conclusion that approximately 80% of personal homepages are designed specifically to cause permanent retinal damage. I don’t understand it. We have finally reached a point...

Networks & Codes

Well, Here I Am

I suppose an introduction of some sort would be appropriate, considering this is the first entry and there is currently absolutely nothing here to explain why anybody should bother coming...