nobody

This confuses me some. I can't tell if it's supposed to be a take on the Emily Dickinson poem or not.

(I'm sure I have the linebreaks and capitalization wrong here, but I am trying to do it from memory, so I beg your kind indulgence.)

I'm Nobody.
Who are you?
Are you Nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us.
Don't tell --
they'd banish us, you know.
How dreadful to be Somebody
How public -- like a Frog --
And tell your Name
the livelong June
To an admiring Bog.

nobody

This confuses me some. I can't tell if it's supposed to be a take on the Emily Dickinson poem or not.

(I'm sure I have the linebreaks and capitalization wrong here, but I am trying to do it from memory, so I beg your kind indulgence.)

I'm Nobody.
Who are you?
Are you Nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us.
Don't tell --
they'd banish us, you know.
How dreadful to be Somebody
How public -- like a Frog --
And tell your Name
the livelong June
To an admiring Bog.

interesting thought for the day

From the if:book blog, on "the really modern library":

"what happens when computers can start reading all the records of human civilization? in other words, when all analog media are digitized, what kind of advanced data crunching can we do and what sorts of things might it reveal?"

interesting thought for the day

From the if:book blog, on "the really modern library":

"what happens when computers can start reading all the records of human civilization? in other words, when all analog media are digitized, what kind of advanced data crunching can we do and what sorts of things might it reveal?"

resist, resist!

I must be what passes for a Luddite among my extremely geeky peer group:

1. I do not do MySpace.

2. I do not do Facebook.

3. I only use IM for talking to enotsola.

4. The big shocker: I do not have a cell phone or equivalent. (This always seems to throw customer-service types for a loop. They stutter amusingly for a moment while they skip to the next personal-information question.)

resist, resist!

I must be what passes for a Luddite among my extremely geeky peer group:

1. I do not do MySpace.

2. I do not do Facebook.

3. I only use IM for talking to enotsola.

4. The big shocker: I do not have a cell phone or equivalent. (This always seems to throw customer-service types for a loop. They stutter amusingly for a moment while they skip to the next personal-information question.)

found this sitting by the printer

Abandoned printouts sometimes contain very interesting stuff. It's a little voyeuristic picking them up and seeing if they are likely additions to the scratch pile, or something someone is likely to come back for. This needs some spelling and tense corrections, and a choice of word other than "din" which seems completely inappropriate, but I've recorded it verbatim to preserve the moment.


My pages were curled and yellow.
My leather sides rubbed raw
My uncracked spine
Caked in dust and worn smooth by tapping fingers.
The table legs scraped
Against the wood floor
And the sheep's bleating
Echoes through the empty room.
The gold leafed letters
Etched on my spine read
Simply journal four
A wax candle dripped
On a wooden table
Adding rhythm to the din.
My yellowed pages cracked
And probing finger grab my spine
The warmth and oil
Soak and sooth my broken skin.

found this sitting by the printer

Abandoned printouts sometimes contain very interesting stuff. It's a little voyeuristic picking them up and seeing if they are likely additions to the scratch pile, or something someone is likely to come back for. This needs some spelling and tense corrections, and a choice of word other than "din" which seems completely inappropriate, but I've recorded it verbatim to preserve the moment.


My pages were curled and yellow.
My leather sides rubbed raw
My uncracked spine
Caked in dust and worn smooth by tapping fingers.
The table legs scraped
Against the wood floor
And the sheep's bleating
Echoes through the empty room.
The gold leafed letters
Etched on my spine read
Simply journal four
A wax candle dripped
On a wooden table
Adding rhythm to the din.
My yellowed pages cracked
And probing finger grab my spine
The warmth and oil
Soak and sooth my broken skin.