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this is the third instance i've encountered of this system.

seems a very 21st century approach.

opposing evidence?

snowfall

march 3rd, 2010 issue

homepage

forgot i'd made homepage so spare.
gasped in delight as it loaded this morning.
happy.

try it out.

it's pretty neat.

workbench

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ahhh....

from enticing new tumblr
of minimalist aesthetic

most beautiful thing of the week: digital aggretators

i spent some time with, got to know, and fell swiftly in love with google reader this week and also, consequently, the infinite internet.

(i was, as you might imagine, already host to serious crush on said 'net, but this is a different feeling--deeper, more reverent and likely more lasting.)

since about tuesday night, much of each evening and parts of my days have been spent scanning links and posts for as much information as i could possibly take in about what is possible as of today and what news of clever and/or significant events is circulating.

the best part comes during the day as the things i learned alone at night inform, augment and are further, more tangibly, transmitted by my interactions.

cultural capital is the most fun to spend.

and, too, it feels like starting to stretch my mind, hug-style, around and throughout the whole world.

it feels extraordinary, really

still, like finally getting around to reading some long-beloved novel and then finding, of course, that your very-personal-feeling praise is, for the most part, a sermon to the long-since converted, i am saddled with the silly, silly struggle of wanting to tell you--here on the internet, servicably deep into the 21st century--how cool it is to really, and finally, be hooked into what's happening here.

q: better late than never, eh?
a: well, yes--but just barely.

as there is not much to be done about that particular dilemma at the moment, i will end here tonight and say simply

i am happy to finally be using the internet right. *

* some months ago, i mentioned to DWK that i do not generally lose track of time searching internet's infinite (?) depths, to which he flatly replied, "you're not using it right."

thanks: kcg, jc, ja, ear, dwk, jt

most beautiful thing of the day: peace on the lower east

it has been going this way for me lately: i am removed and aloof (or am performing as such) servicably alive despite a dull ache; then i am brought in against my will and am uncomfortable; then in it and relieved to be so capable; then reflecting, inspired and happy and potent.

this evening walking to the train with friends, we all noticed two men in an argument at the corner of ludlow and rivington and it seemed we would do the usual head shaking and mental well-wishing and continue along. one of us strayed from our pack though and went up to the men to insert herself into the mix. a familiar and toxic, panic and impotence flooded my heart as i saw my radical, queer, feminist, hopeful, small, back-pack-and-glasses-wearing friend dwarfed by the big, dumb agression she wanted to stop. we joined her though asking that she step back, trying to reason her out of her grass-roots vision. she countered that she'd done this before, and that it works really well and feels AMAZING. but, noticing my distress, said she wouldn't this time. by this time the two men had gotten away from us, but in our travels and stops and starts at interrupting them, the louder of the two had noticed us noticing him. heading home all over again we ran into him and ended up hearing what had gone wrong, comiserating, hearing about his writing career and talking a little bit about the american penal system and in general having a pretty lovely chat considering.

and that's where the beauty was today--in the shift made possible by having to get involved. this kind of beauty is getting more and more familiar to me--i am really enjoying the way things have been going for me lately.