Oh, my soul


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Imagine I’m a mime berating your neighborhood. Fences become scaffolding for my ARGH! skins; I plaster them on everything. Great big ARGHS! on windows and gates and your cul-de-sac becomes my exclamation mark.

By the time you gasp, you’re covered in assorted ARGH! stickers, ARGH! patches, and a cute ARGH! hat.

“Oh, my soul.”

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If you imagine that well enough you will understand the public shame I am facing. A collection of plug-ins, scripts, podcast solutions, and possibly Terms of Services, have colluded to destroy my creditability and happiness.

social network integration abuse

Out of the naiveté of pure joy I decide to tweet “For you: anthophilous, lover of flowers”,

The earth fractures when there’s not a Twitter bookmarklet in my Bookmarks Bar.

I am left in a ruined landscape. There are chunks of what some claim are clues of a former society, but it seems unlikely that anyone could have ever lived here.

And then I see a Share button on the Poetry Foundation site.

The landscape sprouts momentous pine trees that dig deep into the sandy soil. I breath deeply and relax and the sky goes black.

Followed by the thunderous launching of a new tab being populated with thudding hailstones of esoteric social services.
cOOtopia?
ZingMe!

Poetry Foundation, all yourelses are Zen, your AddThis is not.

Updating Hell

Hell,

All the clamor on this end of things is all about how why the Robots Meta WP plugin resets every post to index, follow whenever bulk-actions are conducted. Continue reading Updating Hell

These River Cities

We’re overlooking the river when
I tell you about how it took me three years
to discover Ann Arbor has a river.

It was a story that ended
With a woman proclaiming
“These river cities.”

Before the Tribunal; excerpt

I do, and you should visit my blog, as long as you’re mindful that no category is any less important, well maybe Site Issues—unless, you too find poetry in the absurd.

He shouts in a mad pirouette
But, of course you know that
You shadowy judges
That hold my fate in skeletal fingers
I am to trust!

Look, here, you points
All you waving fingers here
Are to
Mindfully observe the path
and give me the respect
of reconstruction.

You are workers with blueprints
You are to build!