There is no such real place as Monster Island
I was on the red line between Deak and Deli Palyaudvar this morning, concerned that I hadn't given myself enough time to get to class. As the doors opened at Moskva Ter, I glanced up at the clock in my subway carriage and noticed the time was in fact 29:25. Knowing that, the possibility that I might be a couple of minutes late didn't seem so important.
posted by andrew taylor at 11:10 AM
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maybe it was in indication of the number of hours it takes to figure out how to republish one's blog
Sze, it probably took me a bit longer than that, even with your help. Yeah, so kids, if your entries don't seem to be refreshing, it's probably because you haven't cleared your cache. So.
Of course, my entries are always refreshing. Even when I comment on my own comments. So.
what does your cache have to do with the refreshing? i've never had that problem. i've never commented on my comment either.
The cache problem is very, very interesting. I'll explain it at length next time we meet.
i was going to leave a post about something interesting and substantial, but then i looked down on the page and realized i have to "choose an identity" before i post. its very interesting (and somewhat reflective of the nomadic relity we are navigating here) to me, as i float through this time, that i get to choose my identity. also, is it not strange to you that you can say your name is anything and people will call you that? i don't do it often, but try it (throw a random word/name out) next time you meet someone new. puszi
Yes. I totally agree with you. It is odd.
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