or, the anglo saxon spelling: Try-flyn
January 24th, 2009:
Sung to the tune “Laudamus Te”
I’ve created an artificial external world of living things and events in my email. Its like I have a social life, a real life. But it’s not. It’s the ad from Borders that tells me to get a Latte and a book, or the ad from the online college. Their rhythm is predictable. Like live things. I always know after a hard day battling with reality that they will be there in my inbox waiting for me to delete them. But in doing so, I acknowlegd their aliveness.
Sue me Frankie baby,
1/15/09
My Space…..MyFace….MyRace……MyPlace
I finally get it. (Why does this most often happen in the shower?) Mashup. This is what the world is coming to. I want to be able to take what ever is in front of me, rearrange it and redistribute it. I don’t want to worry about plagerism, or identity theft. I don’t want to consider intelletual property law or the latest article on which high tech company is suing which other high tech company for copyright infringement, or coffee flavor infringement, or WTF ever.