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December 2002

Of holidays and blood

More Holiday news: back from several cold and wet days in Wales for a few more cold and wet days in London, then back to warm and wet Suva. But first, a chronological hyperlink story of my movements in London today.

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Trundling about grey London looking at the pasty-faced folk in faux-ragged retro wear, trying to find some company willing to mail 7 vials of human blood (mine) to New York, as well as a cottage in Wales for a week (no blood-delivery necessary), I came upon this terrible net-abuse by the host you love to [...]

Off on Holiday, back in January. Happy Eid.

Where do you go for holiday when you already live in Fiji? Well, what better place to escape the sun and beach, but dreary, rainy cold London! And that exclamation was really a question! Wasn�t it! For anyone else looking at the propsect of a 7 hour layover, proof that the Internet caters to absolutely [...]

Bookmarks I have not yet Read but which I mean to

These links have been sitting in the READ THIS! directory of my bookmarks for a while now. Might as well share them with you: Zen and the Art of the Internet – Table of Contents HyperText Project Lev Manovich: The Anti-Sublime Ideal in Data Art Iain M. Banks: A Few Notes on the Culture Words [...]

A truly tasteful submission form

“an example of how to do tasteful submission forms” is simple and smart. So simple and smart that it achieves the level of smack-your-head why didn’t I think of that simplicity and smartness. So simple and smart that we will ignore the fact that only a few posts ago i said I would stop posting [...]

Marscomm in Yellow and Brown, an error

Unintended beauty in a google mutation of a PowerPoint presentation: HEDSUPTEXASPOWERPOINT

Russian Mushroom Cloud

Like a strange flower, or sex

“It”

It appears that I have lost it. Though it is not a matter of getting lost, as it was never there in the first place. You see, I never had it, and it was only a matter of realizing it feeling comfortable enough around others to show it When I first embraced my lack of [...]

Post modernism is dead: What does that mean? And what does it have to do with skyscrapers?

Postmodernism is dead, and other bullshit aphorisms: a spore to be rekindled later. The postmodern reply to the modern consists of recognizing that the past, since it cannot really be destroyed, because its destruction leads to silence, must be revisited: but with irony, not innocently. I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a [...]

Honesty

An honest author creates a supersubjective viewpoint.

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