From the monthly archives:

July 2010

Went off to celebrate independence day like a true American. Sought meaning in the big box stores. Couldn’t believe CostCo was closed. When the going gets rough, go shopping. It’s a lesson it has taken me a lifetime to learn. CostCo is great. They have over-sized shopping carts. A forty pound bag of IAMS tucks into a corner of the jumbo CostCo cart. Plenty of room left for an iPod or a radial arm saw.

I blame the unions. CostCo must have closed because they didn’t want to pay holiday overtime. Whole Foods was open. I rest my case.

here’s some links…

Naropa Poetics Audio Archives via Leslie, The trace is poetry’s ghostly techne. What is the poet, if not a phonograph?

IN THIS INCISIVE BOOK, Michel de Certeau considers the uses to which social
representation and modes of social behavior are put by individuals and groups, and describes
the tactics available to the ordinary person for reclaiming autonomy from the all-pervasive
forces of commerce, politics, and culture.

Rilke and Twombly on the Nile (pdf), by Mary Jacobus
Glenn Greenwald: Bill Keller’s self-defense on torture

Tom’s Torsion Box Workbench

Facebook and the Semantic Web

F*ck the Cloud, link courtesy of Alan Herell

Our Houses, Our Selves, by Sandra Tsing Loh

Post to Twitter Post to Plurk Post to Bebo Post to Yahoo Buzz Post to Delicious Post to Digg Post to Diigo Post to Facebook Post to FriendFeed Post to Google Buzz Send Gmail Post to LinkedIn Mixx This Post Post to MySpace Post to Ping.fm Post to Reddit Post to Slashdot Post to StumbleUpon Post to Technorati

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Post to Twitter Post to Plurk Post to Bebo Post to Yahoo Buzz Post to Delicious Post to Digg Post to Diigo Post to Facebook Post to FriendFeed Post to Google Buzz Send Gmail Post to LinkedIn Mixx This Post Post to MySpace Post to Ping.fm Post to Reddit Post to Slashdot Post to StumbleUpon Post to Technorati

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Tumble down shack

July 1, 2010

Tumble down shack in Bigfoot County Snowed so hard that the roof caved in Delilah Jones went to meet her God and the old man never was the same again Brown eyed women and red grenadine the bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down and [...]

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