Erectlocution

There are only so many days in the week. What would happen if there were more? What if all days were in the same week? What if there were no weeks, no months, no years, no evidence of the taxonomic scalpel?

I don’t know, except we’d have to say stuff like, “Looks like someone’s got a case of the today’s.”

Taxonomy is a tool whose application we’ve enjoyed without understanding, or even pondering, what it costs us.

You guys lament for a younger, freer internet but I used to write all the time back then so I guess what I’m saying is caveat Hannibal Lecter or shit I forget how to use words.

So I’m having maxilofacial surgery tomorrow which I’m told–by my own bad self–entitles me to sit on my ass imagining the painkillers swimming through my veins and pancreas and all the other painkillery parts while playing video games and complaining about politicians and how we don’t have cable.

Side B, indeed.

I made the bold move to disentangle myself from the overabundance of interesting things on the internet. I have an ifttt.com recipe that pushes new RSS items to Instapaper. Instapaper will then send those items and any others I add to my Kindle once a week. I am using Birdfeed to write tweets, and Flipboard’s Cover Stories to catch the good stuff from Twitter, Hacker News, and Tumblr. Constrained access should reduce distraction.

And then installed the Tumblr app on my phone because that’s focus for you.