Glancing Off the Edges

Do they still call it re-entry if come into the atmosphere of a planet you've never been before?

jibberish

media studies is anthropology, not scientific psychology. When someone asks whether the modern webscape is a problem for society misunderstands the mission is not to pronounce good or bad but is and, then, what can be done. Maybe i am trying to say they are not what i am when actually if i'm not what i think i am but they are, then maybe i'm a cultural anthropologist, not a mass comm

Job pitch

I have a lot of experience working for the state and nonprofits which means
I'm real good at taking whatever you got and make it work for you.

the digital age

The digital age is the era of the infinite loop. Once man can set something in motion for ever, he removes himself from the mechanism of making. A man gets up and restarts the phonograph is engaging with the machine of happening in a different way. He is a participant and not just an consumer. Listening for your cue is different than just listening.

When you can't create your own moral sanction

"...she wondered what inner degradation those men had to reach in order to arrive at a level of self-deception where they would seek the extorted approval of an unwilling victim as the moral sanction they needed, they who thought that they were deceiving the world. Atlas Shrugged, p. 846, original edition.

ah ha

I think I just figured out that the bearded lady was a man with boobs.
http://www.boingboing.net/images/_images_I_51QPfzfT5wL.jpg

Overheard outside my office

A older man who talks like Matlock and looks like flintlock has had a coed cornered outside my office door for about 15 minutes while he jibberjabbered all the travails of his life; all the stuff he didn't get arrested for (because i guess because that was the shorter of the two lists), smokin' 3 packs a day before he was 16, the last time he fell off his dinosaur, etc..

As he was finishing up his verbal tome he said, "I just never could figure out what i wanted to do when I grew up."

"That should be the title of your book," the coed proffered patiently.

"What?" Matlock puffed, "I Don't Want to Be When I Grow Up?"