Attraction
I think I like you because your hands are strong. If you wanted, you could break me. I don’t know what you want.
I think I like you because your hands are strong. If you wanted, you could break me. I don’t know what you want.
I decided to move my other bookshelf into the office area, and relocate my computer. So, I’ve got bookshelves on either side of me – and I think I like it. Meh. It’s a lazy Sunday. Doing some laundry now, as we speak. That’s right. You envy my life. Admit it.
Last night was quite fun. Mike, his girlfriend Melissa, and Phil all stopped by (Justin and I work with Mike and Phil at Q101). On the way over, it started raining something awful – by the time we got to Stu’s, I was pretty drenched. I think it’s a good sign that I drank more…
Hopping in the shower now. Going to swing by Justin’s and chat with him and Emma for a bit. Then I think we’re going to listen to Zaireeka, all four CD’s at once. It’ll be interesting…
Babysat the computers, mainly. Took a long while downloading some of the sites (who in god’s name makes a 15 MB RealMedia file? I didn’t even think that kind of shit was possible!). Basically just watched the computers download, change the necessary files and syntax, then watched it upload. Ben and I got in a…
I got an estimate for the locksmith, and walked back to Justin’s. It was a bit outside of his "range," so I headed back to confer. I met up with Ben there, and the two of them were eating breakfast on the steps. After a quick discussion, Ben and I went back to place the…
Arriving at Justin’s, I find him outside, looking incredibly upset, wearing his slippers. He had come outside for a smoke, and locked himself out. We checked all the windows, and couldn’t find any good way to break in (without breaking something). At his old place, a long time ago (back when I as still smoking),…
Today is the day we run a lot of sweeps over several sites, converting them over to aspx. Changing include tags, any links, along with the filenames. Not too tough, and the bulk of it is babysitting the computers as they download/upload. This morning was gorgeous. Warm weather, and I had on a short sleeved…
Reading over yesterday’s post, some of my comments are really a bit much. I hope to clarify my stance on hypertext some more, without being so unnecessarily aggressive about it.
As interesting as it sounds, I’m a bit wary. Similar to how I’m wary towards what is considered "hypertext" fiction. From what I understand of hypertext, it’s a piece of writing that allows the user to choose/click on particular words/phrases. Each click/choice then initiates a different narrative or storyline or "page" of text. In this…
When my poem was cited (above), a few errors were introduced. I have corrected them, and the poem appears as it should. In the article, Tim capitalized the start of each line. He also omitted the colon at the end of line one. There was also an incorrect line break on line 9, breaking at…
by >Tim Parks The New York Review of BooksOctober 24, 2002 Among the many things the computer is supposed to change in our lives, one of the most profound, if the change were really to occur, is our experience of narrative. For the way we tell ourselves stories??our sense of the opening, development, and closure…
You may reproduce the essay by Tim Parks on your blog. There is no charge, but please credit The New York Review of Books as follows: Reprinted with permission from The New York Review of Books Copyright c 2002 NYREV, Inc.
Dear New York Review of Books Permissions Department, My name is Felix Jung, and I was recently mentioned in an article entitled “Tales Told by the Computer” (October 24, 2002). I am writing to request permission to reproduce this article on my blog, located at http://www.avoision.com/portnoy/. The blog (or web log) is an online diary…
Tomorrow night will be cooler. Stu’s throwing a party at his house, and he told me he was planning to make it a Zaireeka evening. Since I’m not as well versed in music, he explained to me that the Flaming Lips put out a 4 CD album, where all four CD’s are meant to be…