why this blog will fail

because I am all over the place, and think more in terms of aspects and fragments than coherent and consistent arguments.

because I resist being pinned down or serious.

because I tend to make things complicated beyond my own ability to understand them, and that is rarely a basis for good writing.

because I don't have a personal need for a large scale signaling exercise, especially one that requires anonymity.

write about 1

some creative writing exercises about water and its foils:

write about gradual dilution of salt, or about perfect saline

write about the asperated particles from a cough, ending with their dispersion, and starting with the bark from the diaphragm

write about the water preserved as criminal evidence from a victim of drowning

write about rippling and dissipation of energy in sauces and stews

eek 1

eekenomics, or pseudofacts that should scare you

humility 1

My twitter stream consists of the useless thoughts of others, not my own 

nostalgia for less is more

less was more, at one time.

now, less is an empty gullet

to more's prefabricated circus.

the past holds clarity of little

once we were spare

now mounds, then icicles

or now the result of the extent of erosion

moisture

decay, or just the sound of information

positing as Other

caught up, but when?

i have let the world make its mark

and i still oppose it by learning

meditations 1

meditation on reconstructive grammar

meditation on the idempotence of dying

meditation on the binary goo between zero and one

meditation on refolding

meditiation on the lost sauce

b

blender as trophy