“Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours.”

Lots of aimless/internal fuck yous today. Steer clear, dude!

TechKorner! Earlier this week I began using Google Reader; sloughing off time like it’s dead skin; there’s a whole little underwater universe of nerds sharing things; I had no idea. It feels like BioDome in there. Articles get blasted in the dome’s shitty/awesome flourescence; the shadows are imperceptible and huge. All of my friends and enemies are there, clicking on each other, sharing New Republic articles, giving one other backrubs.

This morning I got all excited about iTunes shuffle creating eerie pop-music symmetries, and quickly chide [“chid”] myself. it’s all just shades of my own brain. like being surprised that LIPSYTE LISH and LUTZ are shelved together. Of course they are. “Visit the page you made”

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Last night Gerhard Richter’s daughters read Gerard Manley Hopkins’s “I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day” to me after I said I hated myself for the seventh time. That poem fucken cheered me up! Fair enough, see you soon