Recovered from the Wayback Machine. What better way to get to the root of humanity’s global unconsciousness than studying linguistics. Combine this with humanity’s earliest attempts at communication and one can find the true root of male and female interaction, as explored in Cave Linguistica by David Salo: “Og like Nala”, “Me deer”, “Tiger eat Og deer, […]
Category: Just Shelley
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. It’s not unusual nowadays for older people to return to school when faced with long periods of unemployment, profound changes in their lives, and/or redundancy in their field. In the past, many of these people have gone into the computer sciences in one form or another, probably accounting for the […]
The roots of the gnarly tree run deep
The roots of the gnarly tree run deep. The untroubled tree grows straight and smooth, beautiful and proud treetops vanishing into the sky, towering over lessor beings. The gnarly tree rests close to the earth, and twists about from knocks and blows; rough skinned from exposure and bowed with time. The untroubled tree commands respect […]
Do not got gentle into that good night
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that […]
Soft arcs of winter white
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. This is derived from trip notes recorded in paper journal I started the trip to California under clear skies that lasted with me until Colorado. I arrived at Denver around sunset and the sky was beautiful, a blue-gold color that speckled the dark grey clouds gathering to the west, and […]
