Site as Mind

Monday, 22 April 2002

every­thing that is writ­ten in this weblog is the prop­er­ty of me my­self and i. this site is my mind. i am in to­tal con­trol of my mind. i choose to delete com­ments that are not con­struc­tive or ap­pro­pri­ate for my mind. say­ing that you are ‘telling it like you see it’ does not mean you have li­cense to say any­thing you want. you must jus­ti­fy your­self in my mind. i am the on­ly one here who can call it like i see it be­cause this is MINE. peo­ple who know me un­der­stand that i think in rhetor­i­cal cir­cles and hy­po­thet­i­cals, which af­ter enough rev­o­lu­tions bring about re­sults. noth­ing is di­rect­ed at a speci­fic sub­ject. there might be a speci­fic im­pe­tus that sparks the thought process, but i try very hard not to let my judge­ment af­fect my so­cial con­science. THEREFORE, to those that choose to re­ply to my ram­blings: if you as­sail me with dis­junc­tive al­le­ga­tions or at­tempt to place your­self in a om­ni­scient re­la­tion to­ward me as one who has it all to­geth­er. i am on to you, liar. wis­dom and thoughts are more than wel­come, but on an equal foot­ing with every­thing else.‘Wisdom’ that places it­self in a pow­er po­si­tion over any­thing is so much se­man­tic bull­shit. i wel­come con­struc­tive dis­cus­sion and wry cri­tique but abuse will be wiped out. what do YOU think?

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Thursday, 28 March 2002

i’m try­ing to get a com­ments thing up and run­ning for the­se ran­dom mus­ings. it is tougher than it looks es­pe­cial­ly for some­one that knows no HTML. i don’t like it when peo­ple get sick. i nev­er know what to do to help them out. when­ev­er i get sick i just wrap my­self up in a bunch of clothes and blan­kets and go un­der my cov­ers with my elec­tric blan­ket on and don’t leave un­til i feel bet­ter. i think my po­et­ry needs some­thing new, but i can­not fig­ure out what. i need to talk about it with some­one. this week­end is go­ing to be long for many rea­sons some of them good. i went to mc­cormicks and had kicked all kinds of ass at darts. good­night.