We, the tenants of 51 Java Street in Brooklyn, NY, are hereby entitled to the simple act of quiet enjoyment.
Wed
Apr
2
Were it tuby told we’d undo whatever progress we’d let by in the restrictive cabin of night-whistles.
balancing act!, say mister not-now and the jargona policia.
a bird on a wire can’t reach the worm,
but a worm on a wire can reach the stars. (via delicate stretch)
Thu
Mar
27
A shewolf approaches the deck of a ship. Then, suddenly, it undoes what we but now it isn’t there. What do we do? Do we do? We do?
One month later, the captain told us that he knew the time what Dostoevsky really by the underground man. Who would? me?
Wed
Mar
26
arresting the future of dancing alone. I probably won’t realize it when it happens. But then, I didn’t, so when it came I was already inside which was every side. Wondering.
terrific bump?
Wed
Mar
12
What if the hokey pokey really is what it’s all about?
anon. (billboard)
Sun
Mar
9
a sweet sweet mustard lobbed at my back.
When all the geeks and media junkies realize that no one really cares about their Twitters, they might have a hard time remembering what a real human interaction feels like. The perception that technologies (specifically social media - mobile devices, email, web, etc.) bring people together is a farce. Ironically, this is not the fault of the technology itself but the fault of the users who ignore the need to filter what they spit out into the world.
In other words, please stop throwing up on me.
Consider a simple point. If you were to toss out your mobile phone, laptop, email accounts and web ids tomorrow, you would invariably spend much more time with the people you love. Why? Because when you switch off the deluge of crap in your life, you become acutely aware of the space and need for meaningful interactions.