beginning note:

my work is shifting to the body and losing focus on the body within an environment.

• the terrible decision is in the eye of the beholder.
• one man’s addiction is another man’s money maker.
• no one loves an aging hipster.
• if it can mold it shouldn’t be eaten.
• yolo on the rollo

picked up a book today from the used book shop - “data smog” by david shenk and in spite of it being delightfully quaint (from the late 90s) on the nature of the internet, etc. it is also very prescient. which is sad mostly because of the whole “the warnings were there” aspect of things.

as for being interesting…it is…but it’s mostly just interesting in one of those surreal ways where someone picks up a future world speculation in the heady days before the dotcom burst and september 11.

i write this while my GuixSD install desperately searches for substitutes (note: it has since found them) and i ponder throwing up another mirror to match this one mirror.leifrogers.com/gnu … but i don’t know.

mostly i just want this install to finish and then maybe go to sleep.

in the meantime terrible early 80’s scifi is playing:

• Forbidden World
• The Being

with any luck the sleep dope will have kicked in before a third item can be added to that list.

i’m writing two different posts right now (this one and the one for yesterday)

this one, for all i know, might take me into tomorrow. nah. finish it up now. short and sweet.

i’ve tried twice now to automate a daily log about food, actions, etc and have so far been thwarted by it. i feel there’s some key in the banal details of my daily affairs. some sort of magical equation or theory that’ll erupt from the consistent practice of eating pop tarts and drinking coffee.

The Caretaker is an amazing artist. the work on perception, nostalgia, memory, etc. is beyond words.