All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I'm gone.

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Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered in the evening:
You can be me when I'm gone.

Being human is funny strange. You begin. Then you go away from where you began. You hold hands for a while. Then you let go. When you go back to where you began, it all looks different but still smells the same.

Fast Facts

Help yourself.

Bright Ideas

Don't get your hopes up, inspiration counts for only 1%.

Input

If you want to live in my world, tune your brain to:

You'll find that most of the forward-looking scenarios in the above resources integrate seamlessly with Greenspun's Plan For World Domination. Stiegler's EarthWeb pads out the rest of the paradigm.

If you're road-tripping your way across the United States, find free internet access at ConnectNet.

For computer-related things, I search at

Procmail helps me manage the following lists:

I read a few magazines:

Here are some places I would like to work, if I had a chance:


Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.

Colophon

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