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Thursday, October 20, 2005

Why blog

Blogs, bloggers and blogging.

A strange pursuit really. Keep your diary in a virtual space so all who chance upon it can read it.
A published narcissism. Like catching a piece of paper on a windy day and finding it to be someone's diary pages.

hmm.. This gives me an idea for an art project actually. Chain a big diary somewhere public and document what happens to it. Would people write in it? Would they draw? Would they deface it or try and steal it?

Or because I stupidly wrote this idea here will it be stolen, transformed and exhibited?

Please credit me and if you do. And send me pics and tell the stories that come from such an enterprise..

I suppose blogs work, like all successful internet content works, when it's a journal or information source for the like minded..

...to be continued...

Bad poetry. Good medicine.



Abalone farming
is simply quite charming.
Lets start this sitting
watching filters afiltering
and growing bigger profits each day.

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Computers unlike scooters
don't have hooters
for making annoyances go away.

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Its coffee cup is full of muck
bitter and sweet and lukewarm.
Poor luke never cold
but known to the old
and with the bitter and sweet
out of luck.

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