tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34733554.post116529353492550006..comments2023-04-25T21:21:38.041-05:00Comments on Nofolete: 1 4m 0n m¥ 80x, G00g|1ng 4|| ur n4m3zDanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08490798964019137253noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34733554.post-60512403336169240092010-04-12T18:23:07.448-05:002010-04-12T18:23:07.448-05:00I would love to find DeewayneI would love to find Deewaynelllhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03047202706620000265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34733554.post-37497395753170100382006-12-15T00:06:00.000-06:002006-12-15T00:06:00.000-06:00Wow, Jenny. You win first prize! I didn't think an...Wow, Jenny. You win first prize! I didn't think anybody would actually find themself. That's some determined googling, by the way, back on page four. But then most of the hits are actually you, all the way to page five. <br /><br />Cute bunny ears.Danehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08490798964019137253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34733554.post-25990090764404531802006-12-13T17:40:00.000-06:002006-12-13T17:40:00.000-06:00ps my grammar is awesome in that post.ps my grammar is awesome in that post.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09912991386329318796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34733554.post-10540825064917021882006-12-13T17:39:00.000-06:002006-12-13T17:39:00.000-06:00Dane!
I was just talking about that book sculptur...Dane!<br /><br />I was just talking about that book sculpture you did to a curator here in Houston!!!<br /><br />And then I googled myself and found you! How weird.<br /><br />I have a blog to called "partyarefun". I don't post too often too it, but...<br /><br />Miss you!<br /><br />Jenny SchliefJennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09912991386329318796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34733554.post-21296551715971356862006-12-12T03:07:00.000-06:002006-12-12T03:07:00.000-06:00Zombie attacks eh? I can understand. In these mode...Zombie attacks eh? I can understand. In these modern times zombie attacks are the most troublng events against which we should all be prepared. I admire your foresight. <br /><br />Sorry about the old man e-mails. Scarry.Danehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08490798964019137253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34733554.post-41537469289326539332006-12-11T09:46:00.000-06:002006-12-11T09:46:00.000-06:00OK, so I definitely relate to the fear of being ca...OK, so I definitely relate to the fear of being caught in the act that you mention, seeing as how I hijacked the name for my OKcupid profile from your site here, and so ended up being the bulk of your "not_us" category. That's very embarassing! <br /><br />Let me explain - I was invited to that site in order to discover if I would escape an impending Zombie invasion (which it turns out according to them I most defintely will not). In order to find that out had to create a profile. Have you ever had the experience of trying to come up with a screenname that no one has claimed? This was the situation, and so having just come from reading one of your posts, thought I would give nofolete a try. Kudos to you for creativity, it was not taken! And, perhaps I identify with your character, clumsy as an elephant but with that winged gracefullness too. It's charming. Anyhow, I feel as guilty as a thief, but it is good to know my chances for surviving an attack by the living dead (and to know that I have definite socialist tendencies). Thank you, Nofolete! I can now prepare myself accordingly.<br /><br />Incidentally, I have burned that account, so no further google traffic will be diverted from your wonderful blog. My inbox turned out to be a receptical for lusty messages from guys older than my dad anyway - yeck. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34733554.post-1165303545597400712006-12-05T01:25:00.000-06:002006-12-05T01:25:00.000-06:00Can you tell I've been sick and have spent too muc...Can you tell I've been sick and have spent too much time in bed daydreaming? <BR/><BR/>It was interesting watching myself create this post. The whole time I had a weird "gosh, I hope nobody catches me doing this" sort of feeling. Which is odd isn't it, since my intention from the start was to make this public. So public in fact that in theory people I haven't seen or spoken to in as little as three to as many as twenty years would be able to find it on their own. It is a feeling similar to the one I get when I stumble upon the Friendster or MySpace page of someone I know, or worse, used to know. But there's more to it than just that. There's the sneaking suspicion that I am just a piece, a cog maybe, or better still a micro-controller or mere transistor in some larger autopoietic system. <BR/><BR/>Do those of you who blog or maintain a personal website ever feel that it is making itself? I don't quite mean in a Frankensteinish "it's alive!" sort of way. Just that the thing itself has its own demands and requirements. Why else would I have felt the need to create those "us" and "not_us" categories? In the face of an almost infinitely permeable medium which is the internet, the entity or "center" (to borrow from Christopher Alexander) which is the blog demanded stronger, more complex boundaries. Likewise, when you google yourself you feel that there is something out there, with pretensions of representing you, but in want of some guidance, some shaping.<BR/><BR/>Anyhow, let's have Melville set us straight:<BR/>"So soon as I hear that such or such a man gives himself out for a philosopher, I conclude that, like the dyspeptic old woman, he must have broken his digester."Danehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08490798964019137253noreply@blogger.com