fucking birds. hould really look up the species. they start singing at 3:30am, just so you know that you've stayed out much too late. two nghts in a row ( Read more... )

What a lovely breath of fresh air. I may yet learn to love the telephone, as long as it's mediated by a computer. Chuckle ( Read more... )

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fucking humans

spotty computer access

lots to say to lots of people

talk soon promise

My gut tells me this is probably old news to a few readers, but still facinating as hell: Carl Malamud wants a permanent, public, high-resolution online archive of all congressional proceedings, on the floor and in committee. This seems like a no-brainer for democracy and government transparency, and it sort of surprises me that this is only just ( Read more... )

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A monstrous and vivid dream last night, a dream of deep night and desperate murder. No feelings of guilt, oddly... just that black fear of social recrimination, echoed from childhood. Still, I wouldn't call it a nightmare, because I've never been so lucid - it was a novelty I could appreciate in retrospect. I was able to pick out the illogic of my ( Read more... )

My working philosophy is that most people can be expected to keep a space tidy and organized as long as doing so doesn't require too much effort, and everything has its place. The Workshop is potentially the crucible for many extraordinary projects, but with such disparate users and purposes, it's a constant battle against junk and disorder. Still ( Read more... )