Have books become too dull?
Is it the lack of a click button that has consigned them to the crapheap?
That was a typo but I like it so it stays
What was the question?
Seriously, if you can access online most things you went to books for in the past, and for free, what will still attract you to a book? Mere fetishism?
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1) My ideal housemates for a tenure in this house would be … 2) Staff required:
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Not listed in the directory
Do you have any favourite tumblelogs that fall between the cracks — ie, that wouldn’t make it into the directory but are required reading for you? Who is among your Tumblr crushes or must-visits that others might not know about or particularly care for?
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Clear Art Planet: artist Gilles Cenazandotti and photographer Thierry Lede are offering to clean beaches and turn found items into works of art. These were collected from the Mediterranean Sea, stranded in the Cap Corse. The profit from their first exhibition will go toward buying boats and forming teams.
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A flagon full of stories
http://www.amazon.com/Tuscan-Whole-Milk-Gallon-128/dp/B00032G1S0
Bookmarking this one to read in manageable slices — dip into might be the better option — because it contains 1,174 items.
The connecting theme is a flagon of milk. Maybe at the start, over three years ago, someone reviewed this product in all seriousness but before long it was not about the milk.Amazon reviews as wit and poetry
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I had seven questions . . .
… lined up for you but now find Tumblr allows only two in a day
So plan B is to feed them to you two a day max, I guess, and/or try queueing Bah!
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Computers are not our friend
Never mate with a computer I did, and look what happened
First it said “I’ll make you into a man” (top left), then it said how about a “west Asian” makeover. Meaning “swarthy” Arab? Sinister. Finally it made a complete ape of me.
Confronting!
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Is God trying to boil us alive?
I’ll come back to that. First a progress report
THE FOLLOWING ARE IN HAND:
~ Pickett questions and postings
~ A pile of found photos and half-written postings to be moulded into something worth putting here or there or at the new place or maybe better suited for this or that
~ Alien hand syndrome — an investigation
~ A yak with the old Pickett crowd who’ve been drifting back, and some interesting newcomers I’d like to get to know better
In the meantime, thanks for your comments, which are much appreciated. —————— I’ve got so many enthusiasms coming at me from Llbwwb, Melancohol and Etcetera etc that I feel excited to be alive! And we will show the world yet that Tumblr isn’t just skating across the surface of things. There are hidden depths indeed, and that’s where some of us like to swim. Less flashy dashy dashboard stuff, more consulting with our own gods and heroes, and daily battles in Lynn’s case.
Conditions here in Sydney are more suited for blobbing than blogging at the moment. We are in what I hope are the last throes of our hottest summer yet and some nights that means you’ve gotta just lie spread-eagled on your bed or whatever you do while waiting for the next cool change to come through. When I was young and living in Darwin, which is notoriously humid, my lifestyle — when out of the aircon hotel I worked in — consisted of drinking in bars, blobbing on my bed and getting under water as often as possible. Darwin is in the tropics and MEANT to be that hot. Sydney is not! It’s a long way south of the Tropic of Capricorn yet somehow seems to have moved to northern Queensland. Is God trying to boil us alive?
In the meantime, thanks for your comments, which are much appreciated. —————— I’ve got so many enthusiasms coming at me from Llbwwb, Melancohol and Etcetera etc that I feel excited to be alive! And we will show the world yet that Tumblr isn’t just skating across the surface of things. There are hidden depths indeed, and that’s where some of us like to swim. Less flashy dashy dashboard stuff, more consulting with our own gods and heroes, and daily battles in Lynn’s case.
Conditions here in Sydney are more suited for blobbing than blogging at the moment. We are in what I hope are the last throes of our hottest summer yet and some nights that means you’ve gotta just lie spread-eagled on your bed or whatever you do while waiting for the next cool change to come through. When I was young and living in Darwin, which is notoriously humid, my lifestyle — when out of the aircon hotel I worked in — consisted of drinking in bars, blobbing on my bed and getting under water as often as possible. Darwin is in the tropics and MEANT to be that hot. Sydney is not! It’s a long way south of the Tropic of Capricorn yet somehow seems to have moved to northern Queensland. Is God trying to boil us alive?
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