Cataloging your usage

After abandoning “Don’t waste your time,” I still needed a receptacle for the ongoing churn of real time, actual human assessment of the tools of our digital trade.

I’m an unofficial tester of all things related to aortic writings of a familiar lean. I’ve tried most interfaces and delved into a multitude of platforms. I stopped short of learning how to code (for dummies, et al) because I am too old.

The notion that I would fill up that brain storage space with a language designed to communicate with a machine that is supposed to evolve with me in the time space continuum just isn’t as interesting as discovering the one hundred she eleven languages officially considered “lost” since only one speaker of its native tongue remains.

Rastro philio pustrocity

Rastrophiliopustrocity was hard to come by these days, but she prevailed.

These dialects of our tribal languages are inextricably woven into the human (auto corrects to kung-fu, btw🤔) ability to commiserate, collaborate, communicate and concentrate on the meaning of words between like-minded folk.

Those spoken and written lexicons adapted with us over time.

Mutter see

Lena L. Leon

Tuko pamoja.

Together pajamas.


So then, what could’ve been the very first word to ever be spoken?

I have three theories.

Cuidado! a warning to your child that the wooly mammoth behind them is a threat to humankind’s existence.

I love you. The word love needed to be made one day.

God.

Either in caveman prayer or attached as namesake for that particularly desperate invocation, of mythological proportions, why have you forsaken me which must be addressed to some “one.”

We needed an anchor, preferably guttural, perhaps elliptic, but definitely a one syllable word for that guy.

We had to assign forever a gutwrenching association to some supposed creator (would the word for God be different had we known we were worshipping atoms as Adam?).

The poet never knows.

Battle cry


For the record

June 27, Two-thousand nineteen

Review of “mailbuzzr”

Graph and Stat

The possibility for greatness exists: fast, ability to maintain semblance of control over mailbox folders, loads ginormous amounts of unread emails without crashing like other apps. But no snooze option? Can’t customize the swipe actions? All I want is a better version of mailstrom where I can delete multiple emails sent by the same robot and actually check emails I want to respond to (mailstrom aka chuck in mobile platform – talk about weird branding) is good for mass deletion that’s it. So I tried buzzr for a second time since their app popped up as the bee’s knees. All I can say about it is the aesthetic is working for me, it loads fast and the notification sounds are rad. Other than that, there is nothing to set it apart from spark or Edison’s email (which has some terrific features but crashes too much) app which has added features to save you money based on your e-commerce records (without being cumbersome).

No ability to add email addresses beyond outlook or Gmail is limiting as well since I still maintain an old yahoo account due to the  personal and professional accounts associated with it. Not being able to do that means mailbuzzr cannot be the sole email app needed to manage an inbox  behemoth.

Villa Real

The system is based upon ten (originally nine) glyphs.

The symbols (glyphs) used to represent the system are in principle independent of the system itself.

The glyphs in actual use are descended from Brahmi numerals and have split into various typographical variants since the Middle Ages.

Etymology

theintercept.com/2019/06/22/cbp-border-searches-journalists/

That much I expected. But then a third officer, whose name was Villarreal, carefully read every page of my 2019 journal, including copious notes to self on work, relationships, friends, family, and all sorts of private reflections I had happened to write down. I told him, “Sir, I know there’s nothing I can do to stop you, but I want to tell you, as one human being to another, that you’re invading my privacy right now, and I don’t appreciate it.” Villarreal acknowledged the statement and went back to reading.

That was just the beginning. The real abuse of power was a warrantless search of my phone and laptop. This is the part that affects everyone, not just reporters and people who keep journals.

TV I.V.

she strained to listen

or was it

simply

to

hear

An amalgamation of loss

HERE, we found nothing

The player sits ugly

Waiting

the ship comes in

Lady Magdalene

Cartoon imposters

Hold sway

The amount of coin changing hands

with open air moniker abides as

He teetered above

before landing

at her feet.

The marketplace part 1 (to be continued)

Part 2: The quadrants

Wrangler and Peregrine

her otak

Just like her hero Roland in the gunslinger protected her

with vision

She rode the mare Misty out to the point, Chincoteague Island was in the distance.

Part 2: the heroine’s journey

Part 3: Glassell Park where Alayna sits in a tree overhead.

Watching her human spirit reside.

THE IDLE WIND

Don’t go walking slow

man on fire

The Devil’s onto you

Fire man

You’ll get on that talk show

Two hundred million guns are loaded


The sky is blue and so is the sea
What is the color, when black is burned?
What is the color?

Smoke signals don’t look back & Satan’s got your back

ponder perpetual motion

we’ll meet

by the red tree

All I know is

the one I love

is gone

to Zeus

As Hera

Forges

what’s you’re made of

In the basement

kiln of artist and

Demigod

Prometheus

What did he want with

Man, again, she asked

Oh you’re just a girl

That was said

a daily running tally

Kept by all the schizophrenics

she’d ever fled

fed

or acknowledged

YOU ARE INVISIBLE

when you are homeless, persecuted, systematically suppressed- no voice or

words mislead

like the horse

trying to make

him drink

He won’t

He the has not

You the wannabe

Me aha is here

I have an elevator pitch for St. Peter

the existence of

whom

can be called into question

corroborated

but not quite Congo gutted

Contiguous

Configured for this dimension

GTFO!
Olive Oiler

my baby left me, never said goodbye

Rue de la ciudad

How does one redraw the narrative that tells the truth without giving it all away somehow not losing so mucho of you.

This Esperanto keyboard is keel of hello 80s to the jerk

Crash

The Boy Who Cried Werewolf (2010)

FEAR drives market ta

72.

Rules

Coburg Tyre

Conjecture

Another set

More gone

Ahead of the curve

. “Mary Jane” has moved from Woodstock to Wall Street

DISRUPTIVE🔌/Acceleration /

Panic mesh Ryder
Brain pain
Traumatic brain injury
Collassus

Answer no one.

Diffidence is self-distrust; modesty, a humble estimate of oneself in comparison with others, or with the demands of some undertaking.

Europe dies, Oceania Rises. Unified Soul Wanderers call bluffs while lying in wait.

A lair of shade.

Don’t forget to lock up.

They are watching you.

iEye©️MCESCHER

I almost wanted him to be god so he fouls up sometimes

The most dangerous enemy of truth and freedom amongst us is the compact majority—yes, the damned compact Liberal majority…

—Henrik Ibsen, An Enemy of the People

74.

Prosthesis Function Y

It was manifest waste

Subterfuge the strategic plan

Erase as you go

EtchASketch

Virtuales candidato listón para cambiar

A Minster de Diablo

I appeal to HIM

73.

Before you go —

Tyehimba

I have been touched by my God 
in my creation,…
of anointing callus across my face. 
I know the lyric of her pulse ..

-Tyehimba Jess

Carved Marble

God of the fallen water jug, 
of all the hope a vessel holds 
before spilling to barren sand. 

God of flesh hewn from earth 

God of flesh hewn from earth 
and hammered beneath a will 
immaculate with the power 
to bear life from the lifeless 
like a well in a wasteland. 

In a wasteland

I’m made in the image of a God 
that knows flight but stays me 
rock still to tell a story ancient as 
slavery, old as the first time 
hands clasped together for mercy 
and parted to find only their own 
salty blessing of sweat. 

INDUSTRY

Indus try

Inside

with

MJ Hempton

. “Mary Jane” has moved from Woodstock to Wall Street

DISRUPTIVE 🔌

Acceleration

…representing a 🔌


force for a slew of industries, including pharmaceutical, tobacco and beverage companies.

I’m made in the image of a God 
that knows flight but stays me 
rock still to tell a story ancient as 
slavery, old as the first time 
hands clasped together for mercy 
and parted to find only their own 
salty blessing of sweat. 


3

It’s like investing in the liquor industry in the 1930s, when Prohibition ended.

/

/It’s not just about getting high, though.

Problem is, signs are emerging that the marijuana green rush is becoming a bubble in search of a pin. But we’re starting to see a proliferation of dubious investments.

75.

A proliferation of dubious investment

Disruptive dissonance breathe recklessness