It's been almost a year since I switched hosting plans after justhost's costs went through the roof, and somehow my two old wordpresses just didn't make the swing. Several people have spent countless hours trying fruitlessly to resuscitate them both (and if you know any Web or Code geniuses, please send them my way there's so much wonderful stuff on there it'd be such a pity to lose), but until we make good on that Lazarus plan for the Neon Animist SpaceShip Aporia and the central Enormous Face Blog, I thought I'd hunker down and carve out a little independent Thynge to fill in the cracks somewhat. Call it a kind of patchwork, or blog-grout. I desperately need a fascile place to sink writing that's not facebook. Something free of algorithms. So here it is!
And Here I Am, laying on the compressed grey shag rug in the wonderful old wooden house my uncle built for my grandparents forty years ago in what's left of this forest by the school, rain pattering down nostalgically from the cliched Pacific Northwest skies eating a bowl of mayonnaise and hot sauce. I think I have a hole in my tooth. Schoenberg and Guts Pie Earshot alternate aural layers through a stilted text to speech rendition of the wikipedia article that lists the various attribute and qualities of the Elder Gods. I paid wikipedia $3. I'm frantically flossing and writing post cards -- anyboday want one? I finally got my hands on a copy of a french comic from the 80s I've been dying to read for years. I've forgotten how to sleep.
It's hard to decide how to balance Learning, Loving, Planning and Making. Sometimes I feel so alone. Tonight, through panicked spurts of isolation, indecision, and protracted anxious anticipatory FoMo towards an inability to absorb all of the internet's contents quickly enough, I made some tremendous breakthroughs in praxis and direction. But I am not going to tell you about that. It's a secret. Save that it has to do with dark matter, al qaeda's 7 step plan, plate tectonics, transcendental anarchism, fusion power as monad pluralism, and a way to float utopic garbage aircraft carriers into orbit. Let's make this dream a nightmare!
...The mayonnaise is almost gone now. down to the dregs... Some things are falling apart. Right now. All around me. Other things are gonna be okay. Nothing really matters. Make Some Hashtags. Remember that the self is a blemish. Watch funny videos. Lose Sleep. Pile stuff up. Forget. People who give advice and commands should be excommunicated from the community of Beings. I don't care. I hate feeling annoyed. Let's cover the bank in slime. Email me something weird and cool, I'm tired to doing my own research!
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