http://www.breathingearth.net/
A website that displays the carbon dioxide emission levels of every country in the world, as well as their birth and death rates in real time
http://www.theyrule.net/
maps of corporate connections
http://worldprocessor.com/
mapping world data onto physical globes
cito
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Dream like Broken Clockwork
Sleep at eight,
Sleep at twelve.
Wake at nine,
Wake at twelve.
Between periods
of day-dreaming
and sleep-walking,
I’m dancing, flying, loving, dieing.
Awake
I think of impossible modalities
Asleep
I dream of perfect realities
-J
Sleep at twelve.
Wake at nine,
Wake at twelve.
Between periods
of day-dreaming
and sleep-walking,
I’m dancing, flying, loving, dieing.
Awake
I think of impossible modalities
Asleep
I dream of perfect realities
-J
Drool of Consciousness
Think alone
Never look alone
Never make it on your own
Self-made promise
Self-centered
Change for your change
Watch
Listen
Learn
Make
Destroy
Remake
Destroy hate, destroy bias, destroy beauty
Turn the colors down
Sit in comfort
Simple chair on simple ground
-J
Never look alone
Never make it on your own
Self-made promise
Self-centered
Change for your change
Watch
Listen
Learn
Make
Destroy
Remake
Destroy hate, destroy bias, destroy beauty
Turn the colors down
Sit in comfort
Simple chair on simple ground
-J
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Rite Aid Ruled Writing Tablet
He is not as well spoken
as he is written.
Raindrops, wet snowflakes,
and dank woolen mittens.
An unheard spoken word;
broken words spoke instead:
"Heed, hither, lest you catch cold!
Hither, haste!" Down hill on top sled.
(06/20/05)
Under and through the small boulder arc
speckled and stained on its rain-rounded edges
by moss
and
rusted copper gate and frame.
Black cold iron
rod and wire fence
cuts into the courtyard
making corners and walls with a leafy vine.
Stacked and broken
cinder well
hot, stale, soggy air
lurks and lingers at the bottom.
(?/?/05)
cito
as he is written.
Raindrops, wet snowflakes,
and dank woolen mittens.
An unheard spoken word;
broken words spoke instead:
"Heed, hither, lest you catch cold!
Hither, haste!" Down hill on top sled.
(06/20/05)
Under and through the small boulder arc
speckled and stained on its rain-rounded edges
by moss
and
rusted copper gate and frame.
Black cold iron
rod and wire fence
cuts into the courtyard
making corners and walls with a leafy vine.
Stacked and broken
cinder well
hot, stale, soggy air
lurks and lingers at the bottom.
(?/?/05)
cito
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