Gibson Coil Pike
She swims through the crowd, terrestrial Umbriel, burnt roots flash phosphorescent against the matte of strangers.
Passes alley filth, mandatory inverse to the retail glare, where a mother dies giving birth to a blind litter of seven, two stillborn.
A limosine slides by, chrome and steel and glass somehow more natural than nature, the seedling of another skyscraper in some giant artificial garden.
She imagines those within, drinking conditioned air like some sustaining placental fluid of martinis and French perfume.
Pack of Japanese boys prowls by, hair sculpted to anime approximations with products too new to have English names. Emasculated testosterone, high fashion cowboys living John Woo fantasies.
She walks on.
Combination of urban overload and too much Gibson on the brain, with a blonde girl catalyst from the bus today. Just a rant.
much later...
I just talked DrNecessitor's ear off (or I guess typed his eyes out? ew) in his journal about how to stop watching tv but still see all your favourite shows.
It allowed me to crystalize some thoughts on TV as a medium (and my views on advertising as a whole in our culture). I'm also reading a book called Pattern Recognition that focuses heavily on the power of marketing on our lives.
Anyway, if anyone who ends up reading this wants some info on how to get good tv shows (yes, there are some) from the net, check out my verbose rant in DrNecessitor's Jounal for some info.
Don't kill your tv. Just plug it into your computer instead of into the spam-outlet on your wall.
She swims through the crowd, terrestrial Umbriel, burnt roots flash phosphorescent against the matte of strangers.
Passes alley filth, mandatory inverse to the retail glare, where a mother dies giving birth to a blind litter of seven, two stillborn.
A limosine slides by, chrome and steel and glass somehow more natural than nature, the seedling of another skyscraper in some giant artificial garden.
She imagines those within, drinking conditioned air like some sustaining placental fluid of martinis and French perfume.
Pack of Japanese boys prowls by, hair sculpted to anime approximations with products too new to have English names. Emasculated testosterone, high fashion cowboys living John Woo fantasies.
She walks on.
Combination of urban overload and too much Gibson on the brain, with a blonde girl catalyst from the bus today. Just a rant.
much later...
I just talked DrNecessitor's ear off (or I guess typed his eyes out? ew) in his journal about how to stop watching tv but still see all your favourite shows.
It allowed me to crystalize some thoughts on TV as a medium (and my views on advertising as a whole in our culture). I'm also reading a book called Pattern Recognition that focuses heavily on the power of marketing on our lives.
Anyway, if anyone who ends up reading this wants some info on how to get good tv shows (yes, there are some) from the net, check out my verbose rant in DrNecessitor's Jounal for some info.
Don't kill your tv. Just plug it into your computer instead of into the spam-outlet on your wall.
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- I'm Macintosh
However, I do have Virtual PC, which works pretty well.
- I'm on dial-up
Yeah, unbelievable...I'm here in the middle of goddamn Silicon Valley, and I can't get DSL. The phone lines in my area suck...totally unusable for DSL and they haven't replaced them yet. No cable internet, either. When I get regular income, I think I'm going to pony up for some kind of wireless connection.
At any rate, I've downloaded the stuff and bookmarked the sites (that torrents.co.uk thing is incredible). Hopefully I can get it up & running soon!!