tids vs bits: soliciting your input

In the choice between a "tid" and a "bit", which would you prefer to consume?

a) tid
b) bit

The designation of a "tid" as opposed to a "bit" indicates different:

a) composition
b) mass
c) volume
d) temperature

"And now for something completely different." -Monty Python

a) Star Wars
b) Star Trek

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writers’ blockage
Category: MySpace

16 views this week? I haven't posted a blog in about six months. I didn't use the internet for about six months. I haven't seen more than six other humans in about six months. Who are you people? Scouring robots, luring me into a false sense of posterity?

Drove through the old neighborhood, post-bar time. So many emotive memories. So many things that were, so many things that weren't, so many things that could be, so many things that won't. Somewhere between that which was and that which might transpire, I hoped to conjure an oracle into the present.

If it sprouted out of the 3rd Ave sidewalk, somewhere amid tow trucks and police tape, I was too preoccupied to see it. No writers' roughage for writers' blockage to be had tonight.

But old friends, it was good to see you again. That which will never be remains thus, but those eyes bedazzle me still.

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endo le epi; at home in shalott
Category: Sports

I bet that
my endocanthals
could fight you
in a snowstorm.

By providence you dwell in Camelot
Without reflection, without thought.
I am the Lady of Shalott
But Lancelot, you are not.


But alas,
This is not to say that if I had it to do over again I would not rush to the window again
For that flash of the flame of your dark hair soaked in sun
As your determined gait delivers you to Guinevere,

Bless her dear heart.

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For the Centerfold’s family
Category: Friends

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=16519591&blogID=341311273

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Products for enhancement of features I don’t own..
Current mood: Baffled

How did google ads' logarithms determine that I was the target demographic for this?

"Don't eat, don't sleep.. What do you do?"

You blog, blog! Blog like there's no tomorrow!

"Don't drink, don't smoke.. What do you do?" -Adam Ant

Don't eat; one is repulsed by the mere aroma of neighboring restaurants. Don't sleep, despite efforts to feign sleep until one has convinced oneself. Don't drink; after a while, the futility is absolutely overwhelming.

Don't smoke. Smoke. Glimpse of respite, then the creeping encroachment of jitters and dread. Repeat. After a while, the futility is absolutely overwhelming and the lungs object. Sit on lawn furniture in one's bathrobe at 5am. Contemplate smoking.

Contemplate reading Great Expectations. One has an english minor to complete. But.. I just don't care if Pip ever wins his Star, or what gallery of grotesques Dickens will descend into wackiness in this installment. Rock back and forth while seated on the staircase in one's bathrobe, wishing a copy of Great Expectations was instead a pillow.

"Borrow" one's roommate's unsecured bicycle, spotted while contemplating smoking. The first bicycle has a deflated tire; the second, a frozen chain. The third functions where these are deficient, and the seat is properly low for the rusty cyclist of small stature.

(The last memory of riding a bicycle involves being admonished by War [the then-superior employee, now transplanted out of the armpit of the entertainment industry and into greener Wyoming forests]. In his defense, I should not have been riding it in circles around the stage during business hours.)

Ride halfway over the train yard until the apex of the bridge, then descend, as at this point disused muscles ache and, you know, the futility is.. yeah.

Contemplate that the other unsecured bicycles in the backyard had prohibitive malfunctions. What's wrong with this one? If not the chain or the tires, might it be the brakes? You didn't think of that. You were thinking about smoking and Dickens' novels and escapist fantasies of greener Wyoming forests. Contemplate the brakes, actively.

Currently listening : The Essential Adam Ant By Adam Ant Release date: 01 April, 2003

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Thanks, ben. Thanks, Bob Dylan.

Here's hoping he left the niche open. It'll make me a star!

http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2007/10/the_ten_most_incomprehensible.html

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rose vs replication (no, the other kind)
Current mood: irritated
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

So many a relevant or more cherished trivial rumination to record and post for all to see.. But only this grievance falls to mind:

Yes, yes, I am far from the most reliable and responsive individual in the world, and certainly not the most assertive about conveying ideas (hence the clunky, arcane speak I oft employ), but please.. Could you return an email once and a while? It needn't be lengthy, nor substantial, nor polite, nor eloquent. There has been an abnormal string of unanswered messages, emails, and phone calls lately, professionally (cause of a great deal of warranted frustration) and socially. Could you please make an effort? A small one?

Sent I a note, then miss you I must. Who cares what you're wearing; I'm happy to see you. Dress your words in whatever condition of dishevelment suits you currently.

Currently listening : The Originals By Serge Gainsbourg Release date: 01 August, 2006

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"Alors toutes les étoiles, tu aimeras les regarder.."
Current mood: schizotypal
Category: schizotypal Travel and Places

Seated on a wooden kitchen chair, I diligently leached botany terms from a text book until a thick beam of sunlight breached the gap above the cover of the corner window.

The dust, my dust, my dander, my sloughed skin cells, the evidence of degradation of my clothes, my motes of paper from relentless pencil erasures, hung in the illuminated column, a swirling cosmos liberated from a central gravity, shimmering as it swam and darted about on the currents like thousands of tiny silver fish, hovering like fireflies on slow and saturated air.

I was reminded of the flight home from Portland last fall, the descent of a solitary traveler through the night sky:

Peeking from a craft
Encapsulated by stars,
Floating in ether:

Ambiguity,
Contrasted yet undefined
Pinholes in the sky.

Drifting samara, 
Sink into the city lights!
Above as below.

It struck me, the unacknowledged reality of this minute presence, immediate and concrete, in the human world populated by abstractions. I had sat in a chair, converting strings of symbols into canonical classifications and terminology. I did this in preparation for "class", "class" being.. an event? a series of events? a room? a collection of didactic materials? a collection of people? an idea? so that I might get a "good" "grade" from an "accredited" "institution" of "higher" "learning", go on to a "successful" "career" and "earn" a "decent" "salary".

I had done this. Now I was mesmerized by the interaction of particles in fluid, my book on my lap, my hands on my book. The sun's rays broke behind the neighbors' roof and the column was obscured as it had hardly been revealed. I fidgeted. I resumed studiousness.

I took that test this morning. I think I did okay.

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love haiku for a nefarious thief, et al.
Current mood: awake

Go on and love her
If she really is lovely;
Otherwise, who cares?

Otherwise, why me
To feel the green-eyed monster?
You lull it to sleep,

Or in your name, I
Croon it into sedation.
Sunk by my blue eyes!

If she is lovely,
How could I not feel it, too?
Let's both tuck her in;

Our talisman is
Made "of fairies and magic".
Whatever blessing--

--be for those who howl--
Against gods unplacated..
.. I rend to you both!

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planted
Current mood: bodacious, m-w.com’s Word Of The Day
Category: bodacious, m-w.com’s Word Of The Day Games

A few among you noticed me yesterday, hunched and loopy in the bar, ill and propping myself on the restorative effects of tea and charged water before crossing the bridge in the night.

I have not slept between then and now. Daily processes take on a surreal quality. The botany lessons that I have been neglecting assume strange undertones.

1.

Stomata.

I've viewed, studied, been presented with to view again, many a slide and artists' rendering.

How could Georgia O'Keefe not see it?

2.

Senescence.

Chlorophyll retreats.
The beauty of rouging cheeks
Is a fever's flush.

Salvage what one can
And jettison what one must,
For days are waning.

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