A walking, talking kind of fail
Tuesday 26 November 2013, 6.30pm HKT
5.36pm local time, 20°C (68°F), overcast and cool
Stowing stuff away when I happened upon a note of mine from last year.
“14 June 2012.
Some people never learn. Nearly a year of silence, and DW
only manages to email me one measly message of 25 words.
Unf**kingbelievable. By the 5th word, it’s the same setup —
asking for advice, but never saying what advice being asked for.
Some people are born organic versions of spam.“
_____
ABOUT | CONTACT | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | SISTER BLOG | POLICY | LEGAL
© The Naked Listener’s Weblog, 2013. (B13396)
Notes: Whole Earth Catalog, Spring 1969
Tuesday 28 February 2012, 12.01am HKT
Is there anybody left in this world who remembers this?!?
This was the Whole Earth Catalog.
Think of it as the analogue or paper version of the Internet.
It was the size of two sheets of A4 or letter-sized writing paper, and printed on newprint.
A long time ago when I was a kid, I had a copy. I put it in the second drawer of my writing desk, with my stamp album on top of it. Then both got thrown away by mistake by some idiot.
There’s a really vivid image in my mind, the one that got me buying it in the first place — “The Indian Tipi.”
I didn’t know (and still don’t) know why I was drawn to that entry, but it clinched it for me. I just HAD to buy it and read it from cover to cover. Knowing the stuff contained inside it was like going into historic territory for me.
And believe you me, it really was historic territory.
Loving this kinda proves I’m something of a hippie inside me.
Except that I’m not. Except that I am. Except that I’m not.
Except that I’m everything that I am and am not.
© The Naked Listener, 2012. Image via World Earth Catalog.