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Hitler Kitties

Hm. About a year after discovering Hitler puppy, somebody points me toward a whole blog about similar looking cats. Mewling little fascists. Puns galore.

Everybody's trying everything

Due in large part to the apparently newfound interest of just about everyone I know, instead of blogging here I've been instead messing around with the slew of newish Blog 2.0 services out there. Flirtmapprs, Socialthoughtgrabbrs, Sharemongrs, Picflipprs, Myvirtualcubicleontheweb. At Mark's invitation I started my 5th or 6th blog today (on Vox, which I'd known fairly well in its previous incarnation as a midrange vodka).

It feels to me like all of this stuff is basically the long tail of MySpace, or maybe old school blogs like this one, but maybe one of these suckers will take off and tip over into being a really interesting mass phenomenon. I think a neat (and oh so troublemaking) site would be something that would let you share voicemails out onto the web, but for some reason this doesn't exist yet. I remember listening to a fantastic chunk of This American Life (here, Act 4) in which Columbia University gets a system that lets this happen (and you can add your comments to forwarded voice messages) and all hell breaks loose. Maybe I will try to build a phone app that usurps carrier-based voicemail, which hasn't improved in years.

Anyway, I've been busy, and going crazy. But I'm still very much alive and having fun and stuff. I have to start doing yoga.

Get smart quick

Thinly veiled sexual poetry

bouncing dreams
wander through colors under covers
smothered

this whole place clothed in canvas breathing, listen:
perfectly good people riff on ripping each other in half
minds roam discovered rooms
in black and white and red all over

with delirious clarity we drown
until the morning rapes our sleep