The Calligraphic Cartographer

Bookbinding lexicographer of Archaic Obsolescence

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It's no wonder

It’s no wonder I love cyberspace so much. What’s the alternative? Meatspace. I am a meatsuit...wait. Negative, I am meat-popsicle Walking around as A bag full of flesh and water. We are all messy wet containers of minerals Slush buckets and slop buckets with feet, Behaviors determined by electrical impulses, Firing along gossamer fibers And yet Slaves to chemicals and chaotic chemical reactions

It’s no wonder I’m partial to the Neat and ordered existence of Information systems Computers Ones and zeros

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The Tumblr's Creed

This is my Tumblr There are many like it but this one is mine. My Tumblr is my best friend It is about my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

Without me, my Tumblr is useless. Without my Tumblr, I am useless. I must post to my Tumblr true. I must post better than my enemy who is trying to flame me. I must post about him before he posts about me.

My Tumblr and I know that what counts in flame war is not the entries we post, the length of our burst, nor the profanity we spout. We know that it is the hits and reposts that count. We will get hits... They will repost...

My Tumblr is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its interface. I will keep my Tumblr accurate and current, even as I am accurate and current. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before the Internet Gods, I swear this creed. My Tumblr and I are the defenders of my login. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my avatar.

So be it, until victory is the Web's and there is no enemy, but peace!

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So what

Lying in bed Snowing outside Saturday morning; at least I don’t have to get up...yet What are my passions? What does it matter?

Who cares?