I'll be going grey for about a month or so. I've just got way too much work - and right now this site is where I always go when I need to procrastinate.

Hasta luego!

Listening to this right now - not the biggest fan of these guys before, but this one's fabulous.

"This is not a dream. We are using to using your brain as a receiver. We are unable to transmit through conscious neural interference. You are receiving this broadcast as a dream. We are transmitting from the year 1-9-9-9. You are receiving this broadcast on all the events you are seeing. Our technology has not developed a transmitter strong enough to reach your conscious mind. This is not a dream. What you are seeing is actually occurring."

Stop being an underachiever.

"Spring, love, happiness!" this oak seemed to say. "Are you not weary of that stupid, meaningless, constantly repeated fraud? Always the same and always a fraud! There is no spring, no sun, no happiness! Look at those cramped dead firs, ever the same, and at me too, sticking out my broken and barked fingers just where they have grown, whether from my back or my sides: as they have grown so I stand, and I do not believe in your hopes and your lies."

_War and Peace_

Something is burning, baby, are you aware?
Something is the matter, baby, there's smoke in your hair
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
Is the love in your heart for me turning blind?

You've been avoiding the main streets for a long, long while
The truth that I'm seeking is in your missing file
What's your position, baby, what's going on?
Why is the light in your eyes nearly gone?

I know everything about this place, or so it seems
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Well, it is so obvious that something has changed
What's happening, baby, to make you act so strange?

We've reached the edge of the road, baby, where the pasture begins
Where charity is supposed to cover up a multitude of sins
But where do you live, baby, and where is the light?
Why are your eyes just staring off in the night?

I can feel it in the night when I think of you
I can feel it in the light and it's got to be true
You can't live by bread alone, you won't be satisfied
You can't roll away the stone if your hands are tied

Got to start someplace, baby, can you explain?
Please don't fade away on me, baby, like the midnight train
Answer me, baby, a casual look will do
Just what in the world has come over you?

I can feel it in the wind and it's upside down
I can feel it in the dust as I get off the bus on the outskirts of town
I've had the Mexico City blues since the last hairpin curve
I don't wanna see you bleed, I know what you need but it ain't what you deserve

Something is burning, baby, something's in flames
There's a man going 'round calling names
Ring down when you're ready, baby, I'm waiting for you
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do

A web that consists mainly of documents in XML format, with APIs from super nodes which carry various metric values - a low metric and it jumps up in the queue. Paying a higher micropayment fee also allows script to jump the queue. All formatting is with the APIs. Movement to a more centralized internet.

Hiding content in sex web sites?

Kryptos

"To write of people thoroughly is to destroy them, use them up. I suppose this is true of experience as well—in describing a world, you extinguish it—and in any recollection much is reduced to ruin. Things are captured and at the same time drained of life, never to shimmer or give back light again."

Passionate falsehoods

Article on Bernardo Bertolucci's latest movie

(never knew that the professor in The Conformist was supposed to be godard)