In the wake of Mark Zuckerberg’s public vacillating over the culpability of Facebook regarding its user base data privacy, a follow-up to last month’s ‘public service announcement‘ about the impact of the web on our social cohesion and culture.
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Stardate: Vernal Transition. Log Entry of a temporary explorer, mysterious even unto himself, native of the ephemeral eternal periphery, adwell awhile in this earthwise body, planet orb #3, sunstar #unknown, galaxy #13…
haiku ’18 (moon knows)
The mysterious alchemy of desire run amok, as a secret invader virus penetrating the culture via the gateway of individuals wanting, without balance. The moon, our unconscious pastness, is winning, and the fiction that reason holds the antidote rather than spiritual activity, is its concealed ally.
_______RS
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Public Service Announcement: Fixing The Web?
Pretty much I don’t do re-blogging, though I love lots of blog sites. This place is for me; what I think, and what I create. But this wonderful overview of the present technology-mediated crisis Western (and now global) culture is ensnared within — is simply too good and too important not to draw attention to. I hope and wish that some will listen to this short talk, which was given three days ago in Vancouver, and think about it. (Thank you if you do!) This person is “one who knows”, but is practically devoid of egotism.
Easter Buffet With the Hoi-Polloi
I attended the fanciest of brunches on offer
at the city’s most reputable establishment
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Eyes Closed Yet Walking
Munich On $2 A Day Is Too Much
A story about going off the grid — before there was a grid.
By the 4th night things were getting rough. He’d lost everything of importance, save for his wallet, half a week ago hitchhiking down from the north into Munich. Probably in the backseat of that Mercedes.
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#Me_Too Credo
Colluding With Tisa
Occasionally something impels me to puzzle through some enigma enclosed within a vignette from my youth, and invariably I turn to writing as the method. But once I start to immerse, I lose some control and it becomes more like managing a kite in a gale than steering a ship into the memory banks.
-ONE-
think I saw her 4 times
very first time, I kissed her mouth
completely unlike me
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