I arose before the sun had curdled the omnipresent gray froth of the sky. Knowing there would be no reimbursement (I would refuse), I was free to spend, to wander through the chilled halls of yuppie-food-dom and drift into the role of consumer I so often meander past ( Read more... )

In Santa Monica, there are posters that exclaim "Give the gift of shopping!"

Trip starts at 3PM, ends at 2AM. Of the 11 hours, five are spent in transit.

Still worth it.

As a history, twenty-five years in the making.
As a state, twenty-five years in the un-making.
On these fronts and many others, much more work to be done.

An amusing interaction with an Alpha

>ssh
You don't exist, go away!

In the best of all possible worlds, Leibnitz is still dead.

... the personal becomes public.

The public publishes at itself.

Still, some find this more personal than many of the other hours of their lives.

Here then can one find my disbursements of text, most of questionable value, paid to whomever wanders by.

Yes, I know I'm being a pompous buffoon.