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One thing that peeves me about text messaging isthe devaluing of the term
TEXT
which used to be a touchstone for tangibility--
words put
INTO PRINT
that was the thrust
not this immediately delete mind"set"
also: text messaging is parasitic on the alphabet
appropriating signs @ whim
always dependent on the host system
but only draining never contributing
to the row row row bustness of the language at large
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Text messaging is the anti-christ of the printed word
ttyl
posted by borneman at 9:13 PM
4 Comments:
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jh
What? Speak English, Sir.
And where is this "cleavage" reference i keep reading about?
kirbyO made a big deal
about one of my spontaneouos eruptions regarding economics and the disturbing need for motherhood
something about ashtarte and the new deal
look for salma's sparkly eyes
i like this photo
you can almost hear the little drills
smell the epoxy
see the glint of light
shining in a thousand ballbearings in a can
thanks for this visual string quartet
i am however considering
writing out
"outrage against the image" a treatise which will fly in the face of photagraphy
the infliction of images run amok it is an unconscious thing some demented will keeps churning out photo images of everything and that's all people see anymore
we don't see actual images in our dreams anymore they are all photo or film images
no
i am serious
i'm getting upset with photography
i feel as if i must explore some unexamined field of christian aesthetics
anyway
nothing else doing
twins are up against NL teams
they have the spark and the depth to go all the way
green as green can be here
all of minnesota is heading for the lake
i'm staying put
dealing with my inner humbert humert
picture humbert humbert and jesus sitting down to tea
playing niel y (Z)
'comes a time'
summer is an old song sung around the campfire
jh
jh
i know what you mean about the photograph . . . i too feel it drains something out of the world. all photos seem equal to me in that, at any instant, everywhere i look, it is the greatest photo in the world, a glance across the desk, out the window, the hills in the distance, the toy on the windowsill in the foreground--yet, a photo does no justice to the simple act of this one instant of vision. death to photography! (i took about 50 pics today--of annika in the garden. but not one of them will do more than insult the lived experience.) well, we are contradictory creatures.
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