Holy Shit! Web-Based Aggregator!

I swear this is what I've been looking for: a means to subscribe to a bunch of feeds that I can access anytime I'm online. If lots of these exist, tell me, but it looks like Bloglines is my new aggregator. A special dose of functionality includes the ability to place a "subscribe to bloglines" icon in your Bookmarks toolbar to allow you just click on the icon whenever you're on a blog-page you want to describe to. (And you can subscribe to podcasts too..!)

The World's Worst Blogger

I should have a better excuse - it's not like I'm not on the damn computer ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I am, and yet...my blog is generally the furthest thing from my mind. But I guess the time has come...

I got SLAMMED with work after the opening of my book. Among such projects included a piece on Native American Contemporary Art for Santa Fe Trend magazine (out in June) was first, followed by a hook-up on a copywriting gig for Straight Shooting Computing, then another giglet doing copy for my friend Raven Zachary's new open-source consulting company, O*REV.

Add to that my Super-Secret Project, (which will go public next Wednesday, at least in Santa Fe) and you've had One Really Busy Beaver.

And I'm been dating like mad. Some might say "dating desperate," scrambling around trying to figure out What the Hell I Want in this mad world of polyamorous-possiblity but getting old and over-the-hill and sorta wants One Thing that Works Well instead of Ten Thousands Fucks that are just...sorta okay.

I've also been playing with Lime-Wire a lot - listening to "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine, just listened to "the extended club mega-remix of Boy" by Book of Love. I love technology. Hey, as long as CDs are $17 a pop, the RIAA can GO FUCK THEMSELVES. Remember when vinyl was $7? Fuck buying anything from those assholes.

I really have nothing to say except that The Most Important Thing this week is that I took a Very Brief (4 day) Med Vacation. DO NOT tell my therapist. the upshot was that I had the most vivid dreams I had in months - but I kicked off the synchronicity machine and ran into an ANCIENT ex just as I was trying to figure out which semi-permanent hole to firmly lodge my out-of-the-box libido into. GO FUCKING FIGURE.

Yes, Virginia, there *is* a fine line between madness and mysticism. Which is why we TAKE our fucking MEDS.