He thought he was a wit, and he was half right
Just saw mpt, the weblog of Matthew Thomas. I don’t know a thing about this guy — though I might guess his middle name starts with ‘P’ — but the articlse seem mighty fine to me. The stolen quote in my title is his. That makes me remember the time … never mind.
It’s probably time to figure out what traceback and blogrolling mean. Time to find my peerds, or is it my pears? Lotto clever writistas out there; some must be findable.
Burgs with the Boys
It Is Not Reality
Make sense? A blog is not reality. Instead …
A blog is a construction. Perhaps it is artistic. Perhaps it blogges at bloggy time. It’s well known that it steam-engines at steam-engine time. This might be the same thing.
The blog is a construction. This means you can cheat. E Pluribus Zample …
Spozin you had nothing to say? Today. No problemo. This is the perfect time to soak in the rich bath of memory, savoring the scent of a madelaine cookie, in remembrance of things past. Now’s the time for Looky Back. Just dredge and repeat, dredge and repeat. In no time there’s your post for today.
Now I have an advantage over some of you whipper-snappers — as my Grandfather would deem ye, I reckon — and that advantage is that I am 59. What does this mean? It means there is plenty of the good stuff lying around on my time-track. I’m as littered with good stuff as crates of contraband litter the smuggler’s cave.
What else? You can move time forward and back. So what if you had the funny conversation at the dentist on Tuesday. Need material for Wednesday? Slide that puppy around! As Julia Child says (in context of dropping the fancy dinner onto the kitchen floor) “Who’s to know?”
What’s what I say. What say you?
May Day
Sure enough, Jon E. almost escaped. Due to the enslaving nature of the cell phone, however, he was impelled to return, and I signed paperwork on May Day. New home for voicemail numbers coming soon. This will make me mobile. Or, as we say in our slogan from the Abe’s SuperBudget VoiceMail brochures, “Freedom to Move!”
May Day Tomorrow
Although my appointment is for lunch at noon, I had a vision, in which I see Jon E. slipping away for a ball game. In this vision, I will catch him at a bus stop at the last minute.
I also imagine that I will arrive early, and will by accident meet the last actual web designer in San Francisco, standing in a hallway.
This is all just a premonition, of course. Let’s see how it turns out.
Moving Phone Lines
I don’t know if this always existed, or has just emerged from some new technological marvel. But it’s here now, so I’m changing.
One day at a parade, Layla’s Greg told me about this. Following up promptly a year later, I discover that my cost immediately drops in half, and by chance the cabinet is free.
But that’s not all …
In addition, through some magic they can give me local numbers from Santa Rosa to Santa Cruz, coming into the same machine. I can even bring in numbers from Seattle or Atlanta or Chicago. I don’t know how they do that.
Lunch last week in SF’s SOMA with Jon E. Got paperwork. Got homework. Completing arrangements next week. It will be Full Moon and May Day. What you make of that, kemo sabe?
Sunday Was Dreadful
I’m quite concerned about our financing of our move, and maybe this is making me too edgy. I’m not sure. I wish I could be more loving. I’m just not quite sure how.
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