The Age of Spiritual Machines

I can’t believe that, in this day and age of digital this and that, I am being held hostage by a temperamental VCR. An analog, no-nonsense, not-even-stereo VCR at that. Nevermind that I only require its services but once a week, when I (attempt to) tape the Sopranos for a friend. Do you think perhaps machines have a soul? Has my trusty little bessie had enough of the senseless violence and stereotype-mongering it’s forced to faithfully record, week after week?

Blogs Of Note

Oyea, so I’m reading up on blogs of note and such because, oddly enough, I think that this ‘internet community’ thing really does have some validity somewhere. I’ve made a couple observations:

  • It seems all the witty, well-put-together blogs are run by people who all know each other somehow;
  • No, I don’t know a single one of them. The blogs I list to the left I list because I like, usually because they look awesome or the writing catches my attention. Sometimes, like with glish I love the design one minute, but then the guy goes and changes it and then I don’t like the way it looks anymore (the content is still superb, though), so I remove it. I don’t feel like having a hundred links on there, is all. I hope if anyone I list ever finds his/her way back here that they won’t mind that I liked their site enough to list them. I mainly do it to have a handy place where I can reach their blog when I’m in ‘blog-mode’ (the times when I’m most likely to hit my own page).
  • I don’t hold a candle to some of the more accomplished bloggers out there. Good thing these things aren’t being graded on a curve.
  • While I would like to make out of this a website I truly marvel at I’m not really setting out to do so for the sake of public adulation. Think of it more as me tending a house-plant. The catharsis is nice, but the excuse to make web-and-artistic projects for myself is my main motivator for ‘improving’ this. The site itself is my newsletter/postcard/electric hug to all my connected friends, whether near or far. To my friends and visitors, I KISS YOU.


I remember a time in my life not long ago when taking time to invent April Fools’ pranks for my best friends was the thing to do. Now it just seems impractical. Ah well, happy April Fools (belated, no less).