|530> pudding distance b-tween us + what el moondough is fast becoming|
[25 June 2017 | DC] Dear estranged inurnet, is it me or are you not what you used to be? There, we got that out of the way. Not only did I speak in 1° person but i used the verb to be for the first time in ~5 years here on 5cense + in our works. Does this mean we are back to being Derek White + not method-acting as Rem + Rom? Not sure yet. But for now this (5cense) is an outlet to test the waters.
∫umtimes to see change 1 needs to xtend th surface intervals, put some distance in th ∆eltas b-tween posts.
.. which looks a lot like the Chrome logo, how we axess th Inurnet (+ that also sucks imho, but what's the alternative?) .. nada aint what is used to be. So back to our original qwestshun .. is it just me..? My better-½ aint no dinosaur like me, she dont wait in line overnite @ the apple store, but she readily adopts new technology. She has to, she needs to funkshun in the real moondough. But she complains about the same shit, waiting for yo machine to ketch up. They give you more memory + processing power but with that more overhead junk to process + store. They (apple, adobe, comcast, etc..) give you just enough that you wont call their customer service lines to complain, but they also want to leave you slightly unhappy so you'll want to upgrade, get a new version, etc. In the end all that matters is optimizing revenue + the rest of us non-billionaires are just pawns in their vain game to win the most chips. As we already quoted Whitehead as saying: «The major advances in civilization are processes that all but wreck the societies in which they occur.» May-b wheel upgrade or get a new machine aft'r we finish A Raft Manifest but we dont want to switch versions (of InDesign, which we ride in directly) midstream, cuz who nose what consickwinds that mite cause. Or who nose, may-b will forsake computers alltogether + only use type writers, and go back to hand-writing our journel, writing postcards by hand.
On our way to Vegas now (speaking of this capitalistic trend of giving the masses the bare minimum, plane travel epitomises how low we've stoop'd as a culture). Read Babysitter at Rest by Jen George .. one of those guilty pleasures you're ashamed to admit you like, like reading Mark Leyner or Stacey Richter. Funny and perverse, but in sort of sad cheap way .. seem'd every story was about compromised (underage, retarded, dying) women readily given into kinky sex w/ creepy guys. B-sides a good laugh not sure what this new breed of feminism accomplishes besides giving fratboy types the wrong idea that there are willing nymphos out there eager to reciprocate such messygymnist pantyseas. Or may-b such sickos abound out there in th real moondough? sinickle satire i know, but not sure most folks in this day + age git the ∆iiffrence tween fact + fiction.
Vegas] 1° thing we did upon arrival is find a good Mexikin restraunt, some dive (El Dorado) next door to a strip club in a strip mall. West coast rocks mexikin so much better than east. Then sat out by the pool in 110° weather watching all the douchebaggery going on. Forgot how bad the water tastes.
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