Comments on: Rebalancing Your Media Diet http://www.jonbeilin.net/2009/12/rebalancing-your-media-diet/ !!! Mon, 05 Jul 2010 19:34:42 +0000 hourly 1 By: Jonathan Beilin http://www.jonbeilin.net/2009/12/rebalancing-your-media-diet/comment-page-1/#comment-5 Jonathan Beilin Fri, 11 Dec 2009 16:45:07 +0000 http://www.jonbeilin.net/?p=45#comment-5 Thanks for sharing, Andy. It's good to hear from you & I'm glad you continue to write. Thanks for sharing, Andy. It’s good to hear from you & I’m glad you continue to write.

]]> By: andy y. http://www.jonbeilin.net/2009/12/rebalancing-your-media-diet/comment-page-1/#comment-4 andy y. Fri, 11 Dec 2009 07:07:20 +0000 http://www.jonbeilin.net/?p=45#comment-4 And just to comment, I miss ya and I'm happy people still think, such as yourself, as I know I do less and less. My feelings of basic existential whatever overwhelms. But that's a personal thing. It's interesting to note that the creation of this pyramid by whoever is in itself creative expression. I don't know the context of this Wired article but it's pretty arbitrary. And just to comment, I miss ya and I’m happy people still think, such as yourself, as I know I do less and less. My feelings of basic existential whatever overwhelms. But that’s a personal thing. It’s interesting to note that the creation of this pyramid by whoever is in itself creative expression. I don’t know the context of this Wired article but it’s pretty arbitrary.

]]> By: andy y. http://www.jonbeilin.net/2009/12/rebalancing-your-media-diet/comment-page-1/#comment-3 andy y. Fri, 11 Dec 2009 07:02:38 +0000 http://www.jonbeilin.net/?p=45#comment-3 not self-advertising here, but thought I'd start. some micro-sized pseudo-lit to pass the time: DIPLOMACY he is deaf and blind and mute. he doesn't know he is deaf and blind and mute. he doesn't know who Helen Keller is. he doesn't know who Lindsay Lohan is. he doesn't know who we are. he is deaf and blind and mute. she is deaf and blind and mute. she breathes and sits and sleeps. she becomes full and pushes from the middle. she thinks she's thinking and there's something like hope. they are deaf and blind and mute. they're left in a room with ample sunlight. their flesh becomes looser and softer, but who knows what light is. they are deaf and blind and mute. some days a bored nurse comes in and sits with him. she strokes his hair and caresses his arm. tears fall from his eyes. his hands were lost in the accident, so he taps the linoleum with his heels. he stretches his toes. he makes a sound that is needing and vulnerable but he doesn't know he makes a sound. she was born deaf and blind and mute. she thinks about numbers and thoughts and how the room smells. she's sure there are more of her attached on each end but nothing moves. her middle hurts and wet falls between her legs to the bottom. when he smells this his middle gets bigger. when she screams he can't hear it. they usually sit next to each other, but they don't know. sometimes their shoulders touch and both have tears come from their eyes. they hang from their noses and chins. they feel each other pushing the space between each other toward one another. forty years passes but he doesn't know forty years passes. sometimes he reaches out to touch her but she's no longer there. he is deaf and blind but mute. not self-advertising here, but thought I’d start. some micro-sized pseudo-lit to pass the time:

DIPLOMACY
he is deaf and blind and mute. he doesn’t know he is deaf and blind and mute. he doesn’t know who Helen Keller is. he doesn’t know who Lindsay Lohan is. he doesn’t know who we are. he is deaf and blind and mute. she is deaf and blind and mute. she breathes and sits and sleeps. she becomes full and pushes from the middle. she thinks she’s thinking and there’s something like hope. they are deaf and blind and mute. they’re left in a room with ample sunlight. their flesh becomes looser and softer, but who knows what light is. they are deaf and blind and mute. some days a bored nurse comes in and sits with him. she strokes his hair and caresses his arm. tears fall from his eyes. his hands were lost in the accident, so he taps the linoleum with his heels. he stretches his toes. he makes a sound that is needing and vulnerable but he doesn’t know he makes a sound. she was born deaf and blind and mute. she thinks about numbers and thoughts and how the room smells. she’s sure there are more of her attached on each end but nothing moves. her middle hurts and wet falls between her legs to the bottom. when he smells this his middle gets bigger. when she screams he can’t hear it. they usually sit next to each other, but they don’t know. sometimes their shoulders touch and both have tears come from their eyes. they hang from their noses and chins. they feel each other pushing the space between each other toward one another. forty years passes but he doesn’t know forty years passes. sometimes he reaches out to touch her but she’s no longer there. he is deaf and blind but mute.

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