starry night: .posted by ben on Aug 9 at 01:25
show me the haxx0r: .posted by ben on Aug 7 at 19:24
The future is here. Not the future of Neuromancer, Gibson's seminal 1984 novel. Despite the posturings of "Black Hat" and "White Hat" and "Grey Hat" haxx0rs, the computer criminals of 2003 are depressingly banal boiler-room scamsters who have all the cunning of a cabbage and whose PENIS ENLARGEMENT come-ons are as romantically raffish as the LOSE WEIGHT NOW ASK ME HOW sticker on the back of a dented 10-year-old four-cylinder minivan. Worm writers are less a testament to fiendish coding as they are to the fundamentally stupid security model of Outlook. None of these pissants deserve the noble title "con artist" -- they don't have the elan to class themselves with Yellow Kid Weil and the High-Ass Kid.
-Cory Doctorow, " Just not Evenly Distributed ," Mindjack, Feb. 2003
hax0r: Mako and benofdeth in the cage of death: .posted by ben on Aug 7 at 19:19
on the way out: .posted by ben on Aug 7 at 16:24
Baker Beach: .posted by ben on Jul 12 at 15:28
Here I am.: .posted by ben on Jun 19 at 22:43
Here I am sitting at Devin's laptop somewhere in the middle of the mountains in an empty house with an ever friendly dog. And I'm wondering, could I walk into the houses of people I don't know and use their laptops to post to wasabi?
The cat even likes me.
I think it's quite possible that I could sneak into houses and drink laproig and no one would notice. I could live in houses that are for sale in undersireable areas... because I know those sorts of houses aren't shown all that often.
This seems easier than being a useful member of society... and I can envision Henry Miller doing it... sneaking into some house and waiting for the owner to come home... then he charms her because he can do that. I need to learn how to do that.
lemon pepper spaetzle and red peppers: .posted by ben on Jun 8 at 18:59
a note: .posted by ben on Jun 6 at 12:26
The keyboard is hot from sitting in the sun. The keys burn my fingertips if I pause too long, so I type faster.
he only wanted to be like god: .posted by ben on Jun 6 at 12:24
Who told you that there is no such thing as real, true, eternal love? Cut out his lying tongue! Follow me, reader, and only me and I will show you that love!
-Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita, pg. 243
lemon pepper spaetzle and crimini mushrooms stuffed with walnuts, tomatoes and parmesan: .posted by ben on Jun 5 at 19:17
chocolate cherry sushi, plum walnut sushi and honey banana ginger dipping sauce: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 20:10
my new pickup line: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 20:09
Let's go back to my place and beat our breasts proudly as we cry havoc against the end of time. And though it is a battle we cannot win, we will join it willingly till our spirits are wiped clean in the void. On that day we can cry for each other and drink spoiled wine.
something in ashes: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 13:38
cantore: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 13:26
Giovanni Pascoli: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 12:54
The Sacco and Vanzetti Pencil Factory: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 12:33
Last night I met some obscenely attractive Italian-American who spent the last year painting in Florence. She reads Calvino in Italian and told me about a poet named Pascoli. I intend to read some.
While I was oppressing Mexicans, she was building them roofs in Tecate because she is a good person.
She, like every other pretty happy person, is a student at Naropa. And she studies writing but likes her painting better. And I say: Good for you, immerse yourself in art and beauty!
When she left she said we'd she each other again, but I think she was only being kind.
Nymphea: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 12:06
...he was so small and fragile, and when you saw him running along a dacha path or the school corridor, it seemed to you that his bare feet did not in the least touch the earth, the floor, and when he was standing there in the middle of the wooden platform that day, it seemed he was not standing there at all, but suspended over it...
-Sasha Sokolov, A School for Fools, pg. 24
there is no: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 12:02
Are we irreverent towards sin, or imputing too much power to God, when we ascribe to Him almighty Life and Love? I deny his cooperation with evil, because I desire to have no faith in evil or in any power but God, good.
-Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health, pg. 348
vanilla mousse crepe with raspberries and chocolate maple tangerine pomegranate sauce: .posted by ben on Jun 4 at 11:52
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