January 2017

I'm having the best time in the week before classes start: I got here on
Tuesday and classes start next Monday. It's really nice to be absolved of
responsibility once in a while. I've bought an old 5" CRT weather television
and hooked it up to my desktop running Arch Linux at 640x480 black and
white; the tv isn't in color and the antenna won't pick up the digital
broadcasts nowadays, only analog.

Discovered that ████ online and in the same small community has the same
taste:. . .

. . . and none of this would have been possible if we existed in some wordly
age place other than the Information
Age. How much of my experience an would an interloper to our age
understand? How much of my childhood, adolescence, youth could he taste? And
how much could even a modern man hear of my experience? He has not ears for
mine, though I've begun to listen to his. . . how sweet and full  do some
men's experiences echo: full, life-affirming philosophies have the matured
into. It's refreshing to happen upon ████ and hide ourselves away from the
drowning silence, oh it talks and talks this way and that but always nulling
itself and repeating repeating the same things and in such shallow waves,
an ocean of breath washing itself away into a flat puddle. oh friends, let
us splash and kick to our youth's content!