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- If my co-workers don't take my classes for a week as a gratitude for me enduring this shit storm, I'll make them go next! #aeuvicconf2010 about 21 hours ago from Echofon
- Too many machine men! Too many machine men! Argh! #aeuvicconf2010 about 21 hours ago from Echofon
- Teachers' Alliance has good ideas, but no teeth in terms of winning hearts and minds. #aeuvicconf2010 about 21 hours ago from Echofon
- Too many talking heads and crippled hands. #aeuvicconf2010 about 21 hours ago from Echofon
- Up to motion 3. This meeting may never end. #aeuvicconf2010 about 21 hours ago from Echofon
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Fueled by firewater
I’ve been on a news diet I’m writing this even though I’m drunk Humanity step back! Fierce faces and tightened lips Salacious Blood and bone I’ve hidden my eyes, to no avail Humanity, what are you? Really? Cruel, cruel beyond … Continue reading
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Tick-Tock
The uncertain heart hesitates upon the precipice And with grim horror, realizes that it has already started to fall Unwilling and unready into that unspeakable embrace The killer that hunts without tooth or claw has caught him Bring him scorpions … Continue reading
The Stranger
The madman walks through the street, oddly dressed Some nod, some smirk, some keep their distance Wary eyes at their corners, keeping guard He moves on, uncaring or oblivious Standing then in the middle of an open field at the … Continue reading
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The Camera and the Crown
Having read the Wikipedia entry on Zygmunt Bauman and one of his papers, “Alone Again: Ethics After Certainty”. I’ve been thinking about the camera. Bauman looks at the camera twice, firstly as the creator of still images, and then as … Continue reading
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Becoming organised
I have a love/hate relationship with chaos. I will openly and freely admit to enjoying the excitement of a last minute deadline, a dozen conflicting commands, or total technological failure. I will also admit that this is a sad and … Continue reading
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The wonders of washable flooring
The body looked like it had crawled through a muddy field, which annoyed Michael even more. “I just cleaned the goddamned floor!” Stewart looked at Michael, his mouth slightly ajar. “I really think you’re autistic sometimes, a dead body appears … Continue reading
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Seven poems for a single day
Insomnia Oh baby, I know you can’t sleep It’s 2.55 am and you’ve got work tomorrow Don’t worry You can still smell the fried chicken you ate for lunch And there’s not enough milk for breakfast tomorrow Not entirely sure … Continue reading
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