So a thought occurred to me today, something interesting and unprecedented. I was standing in the bathroom, sort of half awed at the tile and silver aura of the place, and truth be told I think I had just weighed myself. If the scratched postcard of my memory is correct, the scale said 211.5 today.

In any case, it was one of those moments that you can see yourself, from outside, and I became conscious of the fact that I was looking at myself, and had just started to wonder if my self-awareness was contributing to my pose, the angles of my arms and crook of my head, as if I were posing for a scene in a book (that's what it almost felt like) and then - I sort of fell, rushing, through the veins of my own history, my own art, and the ideas I had burned through in years past. Maybe it was just all those mirrors, but thinking back on it now, I see ripples through quicksilver. Or maybe that's from the book in which I posed. And the thought was basically this: words.

There are 'scandlous' re-lations [amorous and others] be-hindevery list, as there are be-hind every list of lovers.
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Eleven centimeters* when folded, twenty when it stands at full height, it has a rosewood handle, a Swedish stainless steel blade, and a hand-forged, hand-etched spring adorned with the signature bee (some say it is a fly; I say feh).
This Blog is made - almost all - by readers. And while today it was most greyish, mild, and wet, tonight promises to be hellish: the temperature has dropped dramatically, and all that was merely water will now turn to ice. What's fucking wrong with that?

It is with a slight ache to my head that I write this. I am also, truth be told, racing against a rather short-lived battery. Perhaps this is slightly metaphoric. Then again, perhaps not.

Now that I have gone and said that, I find my mind twisting around the idea of a battery. Not in the science sense, but in the Beuysian sense. You know, stored energy. Evolutionary warmth, packaged up for us in nice rolls of significant metals and active compounds. Portable spiritual ascension. You get the idea.

(And now that I say *that*, I am intrigued to find a way of making a "Beuysian Belief Network", to be the computurgical counterpart to the more common "Bayesian Belief Network". This could be some fun. Note to self, as they say.

The November 8 show will take place at Brixton Academy.
I slept at about 7:30 PM and woke up about an hour ago. Wtf? I talked with fellow and sister students. Dick you feel like you’re the only one that gets it.
"Oh no they didn't, you get back in line where you were!
The system - developed by scientists at a firm called Ecowatts in a nondescript laboratory on an industrial estate at Lancing, West Sussex - involves passing an electrical current through a mixture of water, potassium carbonate (otherwise known as potash) and a secret liquid catalyst, based on chrome.

Do keep in mind that there are generally around 20-40ish posts on any given day at BB, so that means 20-40ish tweets from us a day will show up in your "following" thread. I went in today and got the play schedule and season pass prices.
In March of 2006, Jensen was driving to his cottage in Ossipee when he tried to pay the 50-cent fare at the Spaulding Turnpike's Rochester toll plaza using two tokens, as he had been doing for years.
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The beginning, of course, is a drawing out of the environment, a winding-of-the-world into a shiny, spindly, silvery strand that can be shaped into the letters of description. That way, we have place, we have a grounding, we have the terra firma- which is just a way of saying confidence, I have thought recently. I know where I am, that's a good beginning of things. Not the only beginning, mind you, but a good one.

From there we usually take a step. Which direction? I have had fun playing with little pixel-sized 'bots' whose sum and total of existence is consumed with this question- which way to go? Luckily for me, I have also programmed them to leave a trail. This not only gives them place, but also a past. At least from the god-like vantage of a programmer, surveying though an LCD window all of creation. As for the pixel-bots, it's better for them not to know their own past.

. Although he was released shortly afterwards, information about the arrest had been kept quiet until his lawyers were able to get the charges dropped.

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The jpg of the burning man site reminded me of the early paleolithic site in Louisianna called Poverty Point.
This includes, but isn't limited to, the mind-control/hypno community, the BE community, the rubber/latex/lycra community, the ASFR community, and the "naughty tentacle"/anime community.

Discard the water just before you put the pasta in the bowl. Girl #2: Kant.  Link
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