full by definition
from the May/June Psychopathology, via the Sept. Harper's, some accounts of web-focused delusions:
"Using the most perosnally significant numbers from that pages as search terms, [W.L.] found a website explaining an Aramaic system for divining special meaning from numbers. She came to believe that she had found secret information about the Al Qaeda terrorist network....
"K.D. claimed that the websites of several international companies had a 'darker side' and hidden sections that were being used by a secret organization. K.D. believe the organization had blackmailed his wife and possibly his daughter into involvement with pornography and that indecent images of themere were being distributed across the Internet, partly as a 'personal vendetta' against him waged by the two leaders of the organization."
we're not blogging so much these days. not so much. but we're del.icio.us'ing a bit, over here, to stay in practice. (The Pattern Recognition annotation is well worth seeing.)
But that doesn't mean Saturation has been forgotten -- mediabistro's Unbeige completely stole my Tibor Chocobar photo. I guess it's flattering, the no credit.
Oh, and comments are broken.
Lambert at corrente, in re: the renamed global war on terrorism, now the global struggle against violent extremism: "GSAVE =Je[sus] Save[s]"
When I was young, 13, 14, 15, I was a little obsessed with my slightly obsessed chest, the right (my right) side being a big bigger than the left; the sternum visibly unbalanced. What I really, really wanted to do was to see it, the sternum -- bleached white from the desert sun, that's how I imagined it. Two things made me think of my urge to look inside -- a flickr setabout a brain tumor (above), and some images from GE's medical imaging dept. My chest is still a little off kilter, so maybe someday. When I got my four huge, impacted wisdom teeth out, I managed to have the presence of mind, just out of sedation, to ask for my teeth; only one was still in one piece, and I treasure it. When I was young, 13, 14, 15, I was a little obsessed with my slightly obsessed chest, the right (my right) side being a big bigger than the left; the sternum visibly unbalanced. What I really, really wanted to do was to see it, the sternum -- bleached white from the desert sun, that's how I imagined it. Two things made me think of my urge to look inside -- a flickr setabout a brain tumor (above), and some images from GE's medical imaging dept. My chest is still a little off kilter, so maybe someday. When I got my four huge, impacted wisdom teeth out, I managed to have the presence of mind, just out of sedation, to ask for my teeth; only one was still in one piece, and I treasure it. Flesh and bones.
