Monday, June 13, 2005

Sea Digital Card Reader Troubleshoot

EMMENTHAL is unconscious

. The Unconscious Author

- from here on AI for the sake of brevity and letters - is the ultimate in bloggologia. A becoming - or result - of literature, in its place blobboso to the slopes and drifts - someone speaks of an inclined plane, but very very slowly - the blogosphere. The blogosphere which, resembling itself, rather than a ball, a better form of Emmental, is equipped with communications cunicolari herself, income and expenditure and holes that lead from all parties and none.

Moreover, when the science is in crisis let alone omniscience, which have long worn out and was put on the ropes by crowds and philosophers of the Enlightenment and sycophants and intimate and trombone (also clarinet, actually) and so on.

Come, let us face the unreality, graphomania generation that we are not limited to: do not we can afford, omniscience. We run a world? And what a world, then? Who believes most other world, and above all this?
We can not sleep, and we count electric sheep. Then we fall asleep, and our sleep generates understandable reasons (and there the monsters, the heart, his reasons, reasons that lord it here, and even liver and mesenteric pancreas: the pituitary gland itself has its reasons that the heart does not recognize, and sometimes even the immune system) (writing on the net, after all, is viral turns to wave at each edge).
We happen to dream archetypes from the beach, lintels and archipagliuzze that make us blind.
automatic writing or write to eteromatica (the best ones), in the fullest, but troubled and serene unconsciousness.

There are no schools here (aside HoldenLab, of course, but if this referendum - as it seems - will pit the cloning is prohibited by law and amen). There are no ivory towers and even apprenticeships. Here we write once, in perfect unconsciousness. Here we write

unconsciousness. What is unknown region, between the unconscious and the stomach, between the fingertips and a spell-check, including Outlook Express and the latest comments. And the sleep of the region - you know - generate texts.


Dedicated to the player model! Sacripenta, looking for a AO among the AI \u200b\u200bin the haystack.

Friday, June 3, 2005

Coconut Oil For Eyelash Growth

BLOB



advancing along the line of the hill, a huge, sliding and crawling, luminous and opaque. It seemed all things: man and woman's heads, faces of animals, vines, tools, leaves and flowers stood out on its surface continually moving, unstable, button. Similarly, it was one way - coming down, and enormous looming sbilanciato sul suo centro cedevole - che era il rumore universale: quello che dio aveva sentito un attimo prima di separare i suoni e le forme.

Che forma ha il blog?
E non ditemi che ci sono blog puntuti e blog obesi, che lo so da me. Non ditemi che ci sono blog su lunghi trampoli, blog-palafitta, e blog canoa, accucciati nello spazio di prua, la testa contro la corrente, nemmeno fosse il canale della nascita, che lo so da me.
Non parlo delle forme del blog ma della sua forma.

Giocatore, qui , applica una sua tecnica di decimazione che è una moltiplicazione, un rasoio di Occam con il filo anche sul manico.
Effe, qui , dice che il blog è cantastorie, e il blog è quella modalità raccontata, cantata (raccantata?), illustrata, mimata e soprattutto esposta nella pubblica piazza, un po' effimera e un po' no, un po' mitologica e un po' quotidiana, un po' fantastica e un po' cruda.
Chissà dove, in blog laureati che io non frequento, diranno altro.

Il blog - io penso - è un blob della comunicazione: assorbe ogni cosa e cambia un poco la sua forma globosa (blogosa), infinitamente duttile, accogliente in un modo mostruoso. Così può somigliare a tutto, avere la voce di tutto, ma sempre con la sua opacità vagamente lattescente, il suo grattare sui solchi, i suoi fruscìi di fondo (i mostri, nei film degli anni Cinquanta,hanno sempre hoarse breath), his line noise, its approximation.
And always his clay, or perhaps an organic form of PVC, or a synthetic form of the soul, which mimics all forms with absolute efficiency.