It is a time of freedom and fear, of Gaia and of borders, of many paths and the widening of
a universal toll road, emptying country and swelling cities, of the public bought into
privacy and the privacy of the public sold into invisible data banks and knowing
algorithms. It is the time of the warrior's peace and the miser's charity, when the
planting of a seed is an act of conscientious objection.
These are the times when maps fade and direction is lost. Forwards is backwards now, so we glance sideways at the strange lands through which we are all passing, knowing for certain only that our destination has disappeared. We are unready to meet these times, but we proceed nonetheless, adapting as we wander, reshaping the Earth with every tread. Behind us we have left the old times, the standard times, the high times. Welcome to the irregular times. Virtue or not, Patience is a NecessityAlas. I really don't like being patient, to tell you the truth. But, virtue or not, sometimes it's a necessity. This is one of those times. You may notice this Irregular Blog (and Irregular Times) acting somewhat irregularly over the next day or two. We're getting more visitors than we used to, and in order to handle the load we've had to switch over to a new server. That switch is in progress. We'll make it work, but things may be squidgy for a bit. I like using words like squidgy: I think (I hope?) you know what I mean by it even though the word doesn't mean anything. Funny how that is. It reminds me of a article in this month's Discover Magazine which demonstrated quite convincingly that we can read sense into nonsense. Follow the link to see exactly what I mean, or try the following: Gorege Bsuh cunoldt lcoate the turth if it sleppad him wtih a salmai. Return to the Irregular Times Main Page
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