A 56kbit/s Youth

When I first got the internet I was young and it was slow and it used the phone line and it was charged like any phone call. I spent maybe in total an hour a week in front of a computer screen. Now, it’s probably closer to 30 hours. If the internet was like it is now when I was younger would I be trying to add everyone in existence to a MySpace account? Would I have asked for Ableton lessons instead of the piano lessons and learned how to croche pink and yellow neon wool into a hat? Be a hip knitster. Maybe I could buy an electro shop,  never open it and live in it.

The sign would always say closed.

Goodbye 2k8. Miss U already.

I’ve done things this year you people wouldn’t believe. Attacked what it means to be me and why I should be what I will be. I’ve watched Justice glitter in the dark outdoors at Somerset House. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

Time to die 2K8.

2K9; 2k8 Miss U

This has been a good great year. I don’t want 2K9 here and now. HaTe the future.

2K8: The year I woke up?
2K8: Did anyone ‘get’ me?
2K8: I got what I wanted and needed.
2K8: The year I found Danger.
2K8: 2K7 but better.

2K9: Do I want anyone to ‘get’ me?
2K9: The world keeps on turning.
2K9: Will I get what I want?
2K9: More work//Less work.
2K9: Do I know what I want?
2k9: Post-Human After All
2K9: Do I want what I need?
2K9: More of 2k8?
2K9: The year of new music?
2K9: I need more Carmex.

 

Self-indulgence