[ hello, indeed ]

In this age of superboredom and hypermediocrity (name the reference, kids!), one Jane Avakov suggested (nay, demanded) that I install Google's "Hello" pic-chat program, which has a quick-update feature that allows for photoblogging with the relative ease and identical aesthetic to an AOL chatroom; it falls to me to ensure that this new picblog (created for the occasion in a fit of why-the-fuck-not) doesn't fall into the same mire of inanity. I mean, it doesn't even allow for the inclusion of line-breaks: you hit enter, and there the fucker is, sitting on your external representation of yourself. Photo. Caption. DONE.

Pfegh. Hardly.

The idea is to create a more momentary, impulsive space that's less text-driven (and thus prone to my odd brand of avoidant perfectionism) and more snapshot-like. We'll see how long it goes without something deliberately appalling (e.g., Goatse), since I'm so fucking hilarious.

...and now, viewers of The Daily Show and troglodytes alike, your moment of Zen:



"...say simply, very simply, with hope: good morning."

-Maya Angelou, Inaugural Poem.

Composed for and read at Bill Clinton's Inauguration in 1993, and (more salient in my memory) played in the introduction to the version of Microsoft Encarta '95 that came with my first non-DOS computer, of all fucking things.

Yep, hardly any text at all. Off to a fine start, I see.

Music: U2 - Running To Stand Still.