After a week or more of being effectively offline, I am once again hosted somewhere and I have my e-mail and Web space back. Proves you can have e-trouble even with your own domain to manage.
Next task… build a Web page to paste a new Web diary into. Something a little more evil that than last steaming pile, I think. Too much damned peace and tranquility…
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)