I am in here.
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
One feels an odd nostalgia at the sight of all these dead Symbols of Cuteness.
I suppose that November had to come and be like, well, November. Most of the leaves are off the trees now, which look too ragged to be quite presentable in formal company. Back from the Bayit Chadash board meeting, and it is up to me to keep my enthusiasm up, and nose to the grindstone, … Continue reading nose to the…
white pebble 