Archive for February, 2007

Sum of Parts Poem

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007



Your day-to-day duties have come to decide,
a responsibility overflow covered-pool pride.

So if I were to review the practices impeached,
the layers lawyers settle with laws yet unbreached,

would the Department of Justice, a custom-designed leech,
care little to do-dah, of my dandy and speech?

Free is to wireless, or to the millions monitoring stock
trades flinching flintstones, like hourglass drops rocks

socks come unraveled, transatlantic virtual teams composed of you -
but do sharks accept teeth if I try to morgage them out too?


I can’t imagine a better city for our headquarters.

Tuesday, February 27th, 2007

Here is a new map, a spam letter from:
mlxf@fusioncom.co.jp


I can’t imagine a better city for our headquarters.

Secondly, with the colder weather, we resort to using hotter water in our showers or baths, which further dries out the skin.

In reality, the vast majority of law enforcement agencies use mechanized methods, usually computer software, when creating facial composite. No scarring or loss of pigment occurred.

Effectively, DRM is a means of controlling and restricting how you listen to, watch or interact with your digital media.

The deposit will provide an opportunity for Legacy Bank to help African-Amerians achieve the American dream of homeownership and commercial development.

Therefore, daily sunscreen use is still a must.

Defending freedom means thwarting DRM.

Rare problems can result in loss of a finger or a toe.

Here are the clues I was led to:

1. Researchers teaching robots to read emotional cues and sense our fear

“For you see it’s Dr. Canamero and a European consortium of scientists known as Feelix Growing that are taking the preliminary steps towards endowing robots with the ability to read human emotions, and consequently, the ability to know that you’re screaming out of pain instead of joy when they drag you from dungeon to mine and back again.”

2. Google’s first production server

“…with the hair pulled back, revealing a rack of cheap networked PCs, circa 1999. ”

3. A poem I wrote four years ago:

I came up to the airport urinal,
and as stepping up to bat,
it flushed! -

I walked up
and the sensor -

now doing the hurl of
turn in the wake of my arrival
- flushed!
and left a thought of my always present
already-gone.

Intergalactic Astrologer

Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

Seeing Amber in this outfit spewed forth this wild idea for a sci-fi employment option in the future. I had an immediate “vision” come to me of the Star Trek enterprise accepting applications for Ship Astrologer.

This job post would be highly regarded, not only for the ship counsel, but for the revolutionary mapping of stars / planets in frontier regions and trying to surmise the minutiae of their effect on our psychology back on earth.

Think: Lewis & Clark meets Sylvia Browne. You don’t get cooler than that!

Spam For Maps

Tuesday, February 20th, 2007

Today I stated a gmail account to start openly communicating with spam.

spam.for.maps@gmail.com

I realized that spam backwards spells maps. Here is one of the responses I sent out:

i am hyperlinked,
an onlick – for you I will submit.

If my life were an instrument, an architecture
of binary

your one plus my zero
digitally fucking master slave cables

cat5 scanning the inner pre process of labels
we would and ever remain in various states of undress

and declare a victory
over and on top of the
wild card of juliard
dancing vibrato
full throttle

this joystick turned
googled earth.

Which opens us up to
mapquest.