shew! That's a load off my mind.
self
not to be outdone by the coolness of my office-mates' footgear...I just have to mention that I own a funky pair of fluevogs. But today I'm wearing the Timberlands.
<p><br> me asap.
It's so true: "It is so smooth and delicious and I am certain that it makes me smarter, faster, and stronger after the third glass full."
just a reminder: you can dance. you can dance. (having the time of your life.)
Wired: The Glitches Start Marching In.
there's a new directory in town. [via tbtf]
event idea: weblog slam. anyone with a weblog could sign up. on a specified day (say Feb. 15th) everyone who signed up would put one poem one their weblog. three judges would score each of the poems on a scale from 1 to 10. also, anyone reading would be able to vote for their favorite. (a factor the judges could take into consideration.) I'm not sure there's enough crossover between poetry and weblogging to make this work. But with as much writing as webloggers do it seems natural. anyone interested? let me know.
I added a little search thing. It searches everything posted since August 31st of this year. (the day I started using blogger, and the day after my birthday!) There is no database involved, btw. It's all XML. wave of the future, I tells ya.
a novel in 100 chapters begins. seems delicately paranoaic in the service of idealism (sometimes around 3am).
strange things are afoot at the circle k.