In the beginning minutes of the BBC Films movie, Conspiracy, there is a quick couple of shots of a hand calligraphing name cards, for a table setting, in fraktur. Honestly? I got choked up for a moment.
This is just to say:
I will be in Italy, the resort town of Cortona, to be precise, from July 11 to July 22. My cell phone will not be joining me, though I might have email access.
The news rushes about us, a mighty torrent. We cling to the tiny rocks of our understanding.
The Smashing Pumpkins have a new song, and somehow it seems pretty good. Somewhere, across this city, what is going through the mind of Hunter Hunt-Hendrix? And what is the weight of our bodies, and what are the sizes of the dents they make as they move through space?
So this weekend one of my little mini-projects was transferring my iTunes library from my old external hard drive to my new one (750GB!) When all that was through, I finally had the space to import the 5- or 6-and-a-half GB of music that had been steadily accumulating on my desktop, and then process it—getting album art, adjusting volume, checking all the id3 tags, et cetera.
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What’s the deal with all these fucking ‘Productivity’ blogs? How have we come up with an entire caste of productivity gurus, each with their own foolproof 13 step ‘how to get things done’ system? Who, more to the point, would possibly put their faith in some idiot on the internet whose only demonstrable labor is utterly useless blog posts? These people are hardly the Buckminster Fullers of our generation; their only activity is churning out omphaloskeptic, entirely self-unaware (and poorly written) drivel about how they organize their socks (and, of course, about blogging). I leave out entirely the fact that GTD and its numerous brethren are, as a rule, simplistic, ineffective, and anyway ill-suited to anything but a life whose only meat is wall-to-wall trivia and minutiae.
Except Merlin. He’s cool.
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LET ALL BE ADVISED that on Wednesday, The 9th Day of May in the 2007th Year of Our Lord, I, your humble correspondent, will be broadcast over the airwaves by means of aetheric network radio transmission.
I’ve got a podcast, like. Internet radio show. It’s part of DJ Porkcube’s new internet radio station. He’s basically putting together a series of nights by soliciting his most talented and scintillating friends to record episodes for him. You can read all about it right here. Don’t forget! Wednesday, May 9! Tell your friends!
