I am in here.
So what does my life consist of? — I ask myself as I stare out the window of Lookout Joe’s, watching the eternal traffic on Mt. Lookout Square. Berkovits’ book, held in my hand, smells of dust and rag paper and looks like it came in contact with actual printing presses, with raised type, back … Continue reading to the Apple store and back
Following a rather short adolescence, I became an ordinary young man, tolerable but no more. At that moment in my life I began to think and to write music. Oh yes. Wretched idea!… very wretched idea! It certainly was, for I lost no time in developing an unpleasant (original) originality, irrelevant, anti-French, unnatural, etc… Then … Continue reading qotd
Spectator blogging I’m bunking with Britt in Berkeley, watching him blog about bux. While he blogs, I sit across the desk, answering emails. I’ve called blogging “email in public.” Maybe emailing is “blogging in private.” Or blogging for one. [The Doc Searls Weblog] When I first started my Electronic Life, back around 1982 (yes, we … Continue reading email and its implications
My son and I have developed a (perhaps) unique parent-child bonding ritual. Many/most nights, before he heads off to bed, we watch Stupid Television. Stupid Television, of course, cannot be meaningful, or even a serious attempt at drama. I love Shakespeare, but Shakespeare is right out. For years, one of our favorite shows are those … Continue reading Columbo
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