Twitmachine down again (authentication emails not going out). Would decamp, but it seems to make sense to hold to the servers that have served me well lo these many years. Not that I use them as most use them. Though my microblog use is actually congruent with the concept at launch. It was only after the beta launch that the founders discovered that what people really wanted to do was send smiley-faces to each other all day.
Burns Night. I do have potatoes and poetry on hand, though I hadn’t been planning to use either of them tonight. A rather beautiful ritual, and a thoughtful response to the enlightened excesses of the nation to the south.
Quiet day, found some interesting new angles on the reading. A quiet room with a kitchen table can suffice if it must suffice. Everything online, of course. Scholarship in the panopticon, my interest in neo-Kantian philosophy being dutifully logged by servers attempting to sell me mystery novels or timeshares.
One shares the time according to the nature of the time.
(Artificial timestamp--shifting the channels 1/26)