Saturday

Retirement and blogging are two big things that have been on my mind in the last couple of months. What it basically comes down to is a powerful feeling (one of several of late) that nudges me away from this blog with all of its pretext and baggage. In a sense, I long to begin again and with the vigor with which I wrote here up until my wedding last year.

Once I made up my mind, I’d thought that I would vacate this domain and let the company whose name and logo I saw (and photographed) in Veracruz in 2000 take over this name. But after some searching, the Mexican version of Supercklin (more info here, here, and here) appears to be no more. So this domain will remain in my possession since it’s too branded (by me, I mean) to let go of.

I think I foresaw this happening a few years ago when I thought up and research a new domain name that would be entirely unique to me and only me. Having that in place will help a nice transition to my new site.

THE NEW SITE
I will link to it, but the other thing I’ve just decided (as of now) is that I will start daily blogging again on the anniversary of the first Supercklin post. Until then, think of it as a very early beta with a bunch of test content. The only thing I like right now is the redness of it all.

[link removed 2010.07.20]

[link revised 2012.01.07] I are Meat

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Thursday

test flkjdsflksdlfkjlsdkfj hiyeeee study engrisheeeeeeeee!

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Friday

Everyone and their Shetland Pony is using Facebook and Twitter and loads of other social networking crap. And I’m in hiding. The net ain’t what it used to be. It’s morphed into something everyone does and marketing interests are finally (sort of) figuring out how to leverage for the old TV money. The bombshell of 2009 was my mom going, “I don’t think we should be Facebook Friends.” I’m quite sure that’s when the killer-app high-five site social networking clusterfuck fell far from my view and habits. Then there’s Twitter. Even Stevie Wonder has got some of that bitchy blue bird. The sad part is that all these sites are generally pretty good ideas. They’re great for keeping in touch with peeps, stalking hot avatars, allowing anonymous sharks to keep feeding in the low end of the gene pool, trolling for prostitutes, race-baiting strangers, grooming children for sexual slavery, peppering minds with tailored proganda, ordering a bride, it just goes, on and on, like the technology juggernaut and the ignorant fools yucking it up.

Meanwhile, in Canadia, a tree has died. It happened when a local activist tried to “jack-in” and get closer to nature after rejecting a six figure job in Silicon Valley earlier this year. His friends and family say he was radicalized after accidentally stumbling upon an independent Dj’s rendition of Jello Biafa’s FBI Earth First conspiracy theory / required graduate level course in mass-media communications at the University of Al Gore.

Feast, if you like.

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