hoot, hoot, hoot: I really do urge you to go and look at the photo of my friend Sparky linked in the previous blog. not for the sporran, but for the list of drag queen names on the left - and for his recent co-star "phil mackavatee".

think about it. say it out loud. blush.

so much to blog, so little time!
we have a new graphics card - but SO has neglected to load any of the games onto my profile, so I can't tell you how great it is.
our neighbours are still trying to build a monstrosity on our boundary. we are still trying to stop them.
our architect still says we can maybe finish our beautiful house by the end of the year. I think he's lying to me.
my essay is not finished, but it's already 150 words over the 2500 word limit, so I'm ready to start adding references that support what I think and cutting out my think-ramblings.
we're going BALLOONING on Sunday morning!!!
the reason this blog is rushed is that I have a massage booked this afternoon. *bliss* and of course that I'm having trouble focussing on any one thing. which my also-Gemini friend Sparky would say is normal.
and last, but not least, Bilbo Baggins is a well-brushed and happy keeshond

the alleged Swenson family

I keep thinking about the Kaycee Nicole thing. does it matter if the blogs I read are real? the woman who first blew the whistle, Saundra wrote later that people are now sceptical of her own illness.

back in the early days of the Web there was a wheelchair-bound woman who was really a man fooling with other people's minds on BBS's.

she, of course, was killed off too. if your online friends are dying, do you have to ask them for proof of existence? the whole thing sucks so badly.
it also bugs me a bit that I can't find any definitive references to Kelli or Debbie Swenson on the Web... are they real?

about.com says a reporter spoke to Debbie. Did they see her?

a better explanation of the Kaycee Nicole fraud

publish, dammit! (I can see the posts on my screen, but they're not up on the Web) my millions of readers are waiting, you ignorant machine!!

blooger is playing up. when it's naughty I shall call it blooger until it behaves.
so I'll post again:

essay time: I'm writing about the data body and how it gets up to whatever it feels like out there beyond our control. how can we control it/reshape it to more accurately reflect who we really are?

my list of records kept on me was very long. but it wasn't me.
critical art ensemble say my data organs are exposed to the subjectless gaze of Capital.'
Yuk-O!

essay, essay, essay. if you're not careful I'll post the whole thing here.
it's all about the data body and how/if we can regain control of it. somehow I've ended up back at Heidegger and being-in-the-world, as you do.
or at least, as I seem to do every time I do an essay these days.
I wrote a list of all the agencies and companie that have records on me. It's very long. but it doesn't, at any point, capture who I am.
Critical Art Ensemble say my data organs are exposed to the "subjectless gaze of capital".
yuk-O!

a blog that is more interesting than mine. only go if you have time to follow lots of links about books, movies and robots.

this is a blog about a blog about blogs
translation: if you click on this link you'll get a list of article over the past two years about blogs. one of mine is in there.

oh, and if you go over and look at all this, don't take it out on BWG. his site is down because of the traffic, and from when I last saw it, the blog, Big White Guy (in Hong Kong, every white guy is a big white guy!) is just a normal, nice person's blog. I'm feeling a bit angry with the woman who pretended to be a leukemia victim and sucked up everyone's sympathy, time and in some cases, money.

yarh! I've been taken in by an internet fraud!

a week or two back I came across a blog of a girl who had just died. it rather touched me, reading her last post about sitting on the porch swing enjoying the sun.

but it was all a lie. you can read a very long summary of how one Webmaster was taken in here, or you can go to Google, search on "Kaycee Nicole dead" and you'll see the cache of her "blog" up until May 1.

I, personally, am not really a journalist who's about to turn 35 in the morning. no, I'm really a 97-year-old conjoined twin who can only post when my technophobic twin is off his face on opium.

trust no one on the Web.

news from the world of elephants: a group is not in fact led by a single dominant male, as long thought by the males who studied them. it's actually a matriarchal society, where one female is in charge, with all her daughters and granddaughters around her. Young males are sent off to join packs of other males when they mature (usually after hanging around on the edges for a few days, probably amazed that they have been kicked out), and males generally return to group life only to breed.
not a bad system, socially and even biologically. you get the benefit of a social system that supports you and your offspring, genetic diversity and a little peace at night between breeding seasons. speaking as a female myself, of course.

hmmm. site meter is perhaps not as good as I thought. apparently if visitors only look at one page, which is all a blog really is unless it's so fascinating that visitors go to the archives, then the visit length is recorded as 0:00.

My site meter is that rainbow cube over on the left. if you click on it, you can see my stats. it's a free thing, but I might go look for something with better duration measuring ability. oh, not that I really care how long you hang around. ;-)

posting, posting

I changed my mind about the mug. Blogspot's current f*up with its T1 provider and my resultant invisibility made me think I'd better give them some money. But then the shipping costs came up at $20 US!!!

no way. that money won't even go to Blogger.

I'd love a Blogger mug.
but oh, the exchange rate! $30 is too much for a mug.
oh well.

I've decided: when I get old and invisible, as women tend to do, I'm going to start wearing purple and red paisley suits and dye my hair green, or similar flamboyancy.

it will be the only way to stop myself from disappearing.

and my new blog, for the name: internet flaneur

don't know what I'll do with it yet...

oh, nearly forgot: a really cool contextual search tool, built into your right mouse button: zapper

basically, you highlight a coupla words and it deconstructs the surrounding text, then does a metasearch over several engines. it works on any document, so you don't need to "go" to a search engine. but I still love Google too ...

a terrible irony: I learned in my lecture today that the original hypertext (not Ted Nelson's, but the mechanical version by Venevar Bush (some history here) ), anyway, back to the plot: the original version came about when Venevar felt there was too much information and he needed to organise it somehow.

thus, through Ted, Vint Cerf and Tim Berners-Lee, we came to where we are today: absolutely bloody drowning in information.

but I love it. I love that I can dive in and find anything. I love that Google will satisfy my desire for data in milliseconds. I love that Blogger is a random link to the real people of the Web and their perverse interest in things like train timetables.

am I addicted to meaningless data, an internet flaneur? You betcha. oh, I wish I'd called my blog flaneur.blogspot...