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Exploding Cigars? Yeah, it was funny, y’know? Light your cigar, then — bang — it explodes! Funny right?


Headlines that tell the entire story

Hey, news editors writing headlines that tell the entire story—be praised! The ordered presentation of facts and not the grooming of responses is what citizens want. And despite likely higher click-through rates, the rest of you can fuck off with the coy questions, implied mystery, fortune telling, and all the other horseshit. Oh btw, "facts" are all the things you can know without opening up anybody else's head. Inside the head stuff is called "

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Yes, again it is the promise of apocalyptic judgement that is the core of their manipulative powers.

I needn’t repeat the only apocalypse any of us face is personal and inevitable and natural.

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Trump Supporters Think They’re in a Fight to the Death - The Atlantic


I run my mouth a lot, so I should make clear...

...because maybe somebody does read this, because maybe ON the OFF chance that somebody does read this, and perhaps thinks if I’m criticizing software in some sort of abstract way it must actually be about the platform I am posting my criticisms on, so perhaps Twitter, or where I secretly really hang out, on micro.blog. Well, it is not. I like twitter for what it is, mostly, and micro.blog is groovy, does just what it does without fuss.

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Everybody is confronted with profundity, by the raw awe of living. It’s just that not everyone insists on making it everyone else’s business. Relax.


J Dilla - Donuts

You really should listen to the whole box, not just grab The New, Mash, and Time: The Donut of the Heart (although they are delicious) and think you’ve tasted pretty much the entire album.

Just sit down for a little less than three quarters of an hour and listen to Donuts. An astounding audio time travel road trip hangout at professor tensors hyper ovoid musical loop farm (city version). So many little audio tricks, so many genres, so much quirky imagination, stuff you heard on fuzzy FM in ’74, blooped back on the loop, and the tomorrow people! Go get your girlfriend…because dancing.





Good god—sorry for all of the obviously he hasn’t read this at all type of typos. [ EDIT: this of course refers to some typographical errors I made in the last post, which I have of course now gone back into and corrected, because who wants to leave that stuff laying around, right? ]

Not that anyone gives a hoot, but we notice even if we don’t say anything, right? Right.

To comfort you in this desperate time let me share this typo. It happens to all of us, one way or another.


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