January 2011
33 posts
You find yourself sitting at the low end of low; watching life drift and time accelerate. You feel the smoke condense inside your head. Pressure flushing down and your thoughts unstuck like a flurry of leaves on the surface of a wintery river. Of course this is how it has to be. Letting yourself down would otherwise be a mistake, but unbound from deadlines and requirements and request and the...
“Money is like gasoline during a road trip. You don’t want to run out of...”
– Tim O’Reilly
“Or to put a more McLuhanesque spin on it, the advent of new digital media has...”
– also the holy fool
“Facts never bothered McLuhan, nor would he concede a point in argument. When...”
– the holy fool.
“They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that...”
– Viktor Frankl
“ne porvivajo nur mortigi tempo”
You sit down to write about your thoughts. About the lingering darkness. About the kernel sitting deep, absorbing ideas which would otherwise set you free. You sit down (with a dull thud) and words don’t flow. Pent up (because the thoughts won’t flow). The feeling of disbelief and lonesome silence. Realizing that words or no words – won’t matter. Your readers still care (of...
The Web Is a Customer Service Medium (Ftrain.com) →
But the web is not just some kind of magic all-absorbing meta-medium. It’s its own thing. And like other media it has a question that it answers better than any other. That question is:
“ge mig en vinterdrog
ge mig allt du har
kom nu, jag är kroniskt låg
bara...”
– knt
“It is a profoundly erroneous truism… that we should cultivate the habit of...”
– Alfred North Whitehead (1911)
“så länge hjärtat mitt slår
så minns jag dig när
du stack ett hål i min...”
