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Software No Longer Needed Jan 25, 2026

From Minnesota Algae , 1910. I've spent a lot of time in rebuilding this website and making a nice CMS which handles taxonomy.

@20 Oct 14, 2017

Not any kind of eulogy, thanks. And no header image, either.

Recent Offsite Work: Code and Prose Jan 13, 2013

As a hobby I write.

Rotary Dial Aug 20, 2012

Image: Telephone Desk Stand, U. S.

10 Timeframes Jun 19, 2012

Forgot to put this here... I recently gave the closing keynote at the 2012 MFA Interaction Design Festival , a full-day event held on Saturday, May 12, 2012, to celebrate the work of the 2012 graduating class of the Interaction Design MFA program at the School of Visual Arts in New York City.

Facebook and Instagram: When Your Favorite App Sells Out Apr 9, 2012

“Facebook and Instagram: When Your Favorite App Sells Out” is the title of something I wrote for New York Magazine ‘s website.

Why I Am Leaving the People of the Red Valley Apr 6, 2012

When I first joined the People of the Red Valley all those years ago I was glad to share water. I had been in Fathers of the Blue Sky and Sons of the Lion but I did not feel welcome in either family and I could tell that the People of the Red Valley were serious about creating a tribe that would provide me with a high quality of food, shelter, and opportunities for mating.

Welcome to the Company Sep 20, 2011

Recapitulation theory (“ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny”) puts forth that incubating humans act out evolution as they grow from zygote to baby. This was a popular idea a century ago, but it’s turned out the science isn’t that simple.

“Facebook and the Epiphanator: An End to Endings?” Jul 19, 2011

Forgot to tell you about this.

“The Age of Mechanical Reproduction” Jul 10, 2011

An essay for TheMorningNews.org.

Woods+ Jul 9, 2011

People call me a lot and say: What is this new thing? You’re a nerd. Explain it immediately.

Reading Tonight May 24, 2011

Reading!

Recorded Entertainment #2 May 17, 2011

So in 1993, BoingBoing tells us , a group called Mondo Vanilli made an art-prank album on Trent Reznor’s Nothing label, but it was not released until now. The members of the group were “RU Sirius, founder of Mondo 2000 magazine, composer Scrappi DuChamp, and performance artist Simone Third Arm.

Recorded Entertainment #1 May 16, 2011

There’s this episode of the Jack Benny show, recorded during WWII and rationing, where they go to a butcher shop and take a tour of the freezer for 5 cents. Everyone sighs and oohs when they hear about the prime rib.

Nanolaw with Daughter May 15, 2011

Why privacy mattered.

0h30m w/Photoshop May 12, 2011

It’s immediately clear to me now that I’m writing again that I need to come up with some new forms in order to have fun here—so that I can get a rhythm and know what I’m doing. One thing that works for me are time limits; pencils up, pencils down. So: Fridays, write for 30 minutes; edit for 20 minutes max; and go whip up some images if necessary, like the big crappy hand below that’s all meaningful and evocative because it’s retro and zoomed-in. Post it, and leave it alone. Can I do that every Friday? Yes! Will I? Maybe! But I crave that simple continuity. For today, for absolutely no reason other than that it came unbidden into my brain, the subject will be Photoshop. (Do we have a process? We have a process. It is 11:39 and...)

That Shaggy Feeling May 11, 2011

Soon, orphans.

Antilunchism May 10, 2011

Snack trams.

Tickler File Forever May 9, 2011

I’ll have no one to blame but future me.

Time’s Inverted Index May 8, 2011

(1) When robots write history we can get in trouble with our past selves. (2) Search-generated, “false” chrestomathies and the historical fallacy.

Bantha Tracks May 4, 2011

People complain, still, about the new Star Wars movies being terrible, not up to the standards of the first few, but have you ever considered the gift the director gave to our culture when he failed so profoundly? An entire generation of men who secretly believed in space princesses, ready to waste countless hours on fantasy, suddenly forced to face facts.

The Moral Superiority of the Streetcar May 3, 2011

(1) Long-form journalism fixes everything. (2) The moral superiority of the streetcar. (3) I like big bus and I cannot lie.

Microclimates May 2, 2011

Cut weather in half and there is more weather.

Things Have Rules May 1, 2011

(1) Talking to strangers; (2) being a guest; (3) dressing appropriately.

Notice of an Advisory Relationship Jan 31, 2011

This morning Anil Dash and Marco Arment published blog posts that detail why they’ve agreed to become advisors to Readability , a service created by Arc90 , based on Arc90’s Readability toolkit. Both posts do an admirable job explaining the service.

The Web Is a Customer Service Medium Jan 5, 2011

I look forward to your feedback.

Real Editors Ship Jul 19, 2010

tl;dr: needs editing.

Parka Apr 20, 2010

My friend wore a green parka. She is, like I now am, self-employed, and called me this afternoon using Skype, which I can already see, a few weeks into my new career, is going to be a problem.

I’m on a Panel at SxSW Mar 7, 2010

I’ll be in Austin at the interactive slice of SxSW ( Where screencasts come alive! ) for a few days starting this Wednesday.

Elsewhere: Just Like Heaven Jan 10, 2010

I wrote a Non-Expert for TheMorningNews. org, called “Just Like Heaven” : Question: Is there afterlife —Matt Answer: If you ever need to make your own Grand Canyon, start with a river and lift up the earth.

But melts just like a little girl Aug 25, 2009

Bob Dylan plans to release a collection of familiar yuletide tunes... with proceeds of the album to benefit hunger-relief charities...

Panel/Unicode table for you Aug 20, 2009

So I’ve been out of it for a little while longer than I’d hoped. And I’m back here, like the world’s worst ex-boyfriend, to ask for a small favor.

Been a while Feb 15, 2009

I’ve been working on something over at the dayjob. (Although I’m writing this at 2:36 AM from the office, so not just dayjob.

Learning to Fear the Semantic Web Oct 14, 2008

Zotero is an open-sourced bibliography-management tool that runs inside Firefox-based browsers ( see screencast ). It helps you keep track of your research.

Fixed Sep 17, 2008

NYU Sep 17, 2008

Also Sep 10, 2008

Steering Wheel Sep 10, 2008

I’ve been walking home--my bike is in the shop forever and the weather is nice. I listen to episodes of the Jack Benny program on my phone, waiting for Mary Livingstone to laugh.

I never told you because I was kind of out of it for a while there but Mar 31, 2008

Dad has a blog . So does my wife, actually.

Sasquatch Mar 25, 2008

The first movie I remember seeing was called Sasquatch: The Legend of Bigfoot . I’m sure I had been to the Warner Theater before that but I remember this movie because it was not for children, I was six, and there was some negotiation before I was allowed to go.

Over There Mar 23, 2008

~200 words on restraints at ABriefMessage. com.

Signs Mar 20, 2008

If anyone needs the office phone number.

Note Mar 19, 2008

I wonder what the poor folks are doing tonight.

Eloquence Personified Mar 19, 2008

“That’s great. That’s everything it’s supposed to be.

The Wind Chest Mar 17, 2008

“Are you going to church? ” asked my mother over the phone.

Six-Word Reviews of 763 SXSW Mp3s Mar 12, 2008

I wrote 763 six-word song reviews for The Morning News. The songs are all from bands appearing at SXSW right now and each review links to MP3s so that you might judge the state of contemporary music for yourself.

This Is Just To Say Mar 2, 2008

Cockatiels Ran across some verse and realized: The tidal-wave of domesticity that’s crashed on these shores has rendered modernist and late-modernist love poetry inoperate. I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox Etc.

Clouds Feb 26, 2008

My most frequent when-I-am-walking game is Exposure : What if I had nothing more than my clothes and needed to survive the night? “All of the brownstone basements have gates,” I said to my wife as we walked down Union St.

Fishing Party Feb 9, 2008

Last September, on a clear warm Saturday morning a week before my wedding, about ten of us celebrated my bachelor party by going fishing out in Sheepshead Bay. You pay $50 and get on the boat.

A Joke Feb 4, 2008

Why do oranges make good lawyers? Because they always win on appeal.

The Vet Feb 3, 2008

Watching parts of the game last night I was put in mind of attending Phillies games with my grandfather at Veterans Stadium. I was nine or ten.

The Swings Jan 30, 2008

My friend Michael wants to know what I think of his novel. The first chapter—the first of twelve planned, according to the index cards pinned to clotheslines that cover the ceiling of his apartment, is one hundred fifty-seven singlespaced ten-point Times New Roman pages that describe relations between a man referred to as Captain and a woman known as Isabella, the wife of a Austrian blunderbuss dealer.

See Also... Feb 23, 2004

See: Interview with Paul Ford at Gothamist . I strongly encourage you to let loose hell’s fury upon me in the comment boards.

Meow Feb 18, 2004

Paws to reflect.

Meeting Feb 16, 2004

There are two basic sorts of pedestrians, those in motion from A to B and the loomers, who move stop-and-start, and set a shuffling pace, investigating trash, asking for quarters. To them we add two recent variations: cell phone users, and now the smokers, both of whom are banished from the bars and restaurants, self-selected social pariahs who breed either annoyance or lung cancer by their presence.

Big Reading Thingamajig With Folks Feb 10, 2004

Get there early.

Lists Jan 31, 2004

A small selection of hundreds of lists from Wikipedia.

The King of the Pigeons Jan 29, 2004

A note from the future Emperor of New York City.

Passing Softly Jan 27, 2004

The F train in motion.

Three Gates Jan 26, 2004

Reading the story of Empress Theodora.

4701 Jan 24, 2004

Dragons and Jesuits for Chinese New Years.

The Idiotarod Jan 23, 2004

I want to set a story in Union Square Park, and so I went there to pace the park’s boundaries and observe its statues. Suddenly, a group of men ran up, all in black, four of them tethered together to a shopping cart, one behind pushing the card, and yelled “timekeeper!

Labor Abstract Jan 22, 2004

Some thoughts on outsourcing.

Copernican Politics Jan 20, 2004

PowerPoint Politics.

Class Jan 18, 2004

How the other 0.1% lives.

Smith St. Between 9th and Nelson Jan 15, 2004

Here you will find a few brownstones, and across the street, some sort of red-painted brick structure which belongs to the concrete factory, and some trash lids chained to a wall so that they will never escape. All night the cans strain at their chains, for a freedom that will never be theirs.

Smith St. Between Nelson and Huntington Jan 15, 2004

No one lives on this block. It is empty of all but passing life.

Ceiling Jan 13, 2004

Hole in the roof of the Smith & 9th St. Subway Station I went for an interview at a branding firm in midtown.

Tufte vs. Bloom 2 Jan 12, 2004

The personal desire for maps of literature.

Interlude: Victim Jan 11, 2004

Getting some tail.

Tufte vs. Bloom Jan 11, 2004

Thoughts on the work of Franco Moretti.

Tufte vs. Bloom 1 Jan 10, 2004

Moretti’s work in a broad context.

Laundromat Jan 9, 2004

Considering the spin cycle.

Copy Jan 8, 2004

An apology.

Knowing Your Era Jan 7, 2004

It would be nice to know.

The Soldiers at Smith & 9th St Jan 6, 2004

in an edited form The sign at my subway stop said “by using this station you consent to appear in a film. ” On the platform, I found actors in camouflage, holding fake guns, in stone-faced formation.

Empire State Jan 4, 2004

A tentative step in a singular direction.

Track 4: Places I Have Visited Jan 3, 2004

The fourth track from the album “Oat Songs in the Dropsy.”

Predictions Jan 2, 2004

An old man came up to me; it was 1AM & I was waiting for a bus. “Hey,” he said.

Sickbed Jan 1, 2004

A thing that comes from dreams, but would be better forgotten.

The Bad Turtles Dec 31, 2003

An inventory of New Years.

Santas Dec 13, 2003

A throng of drunken Santas, rampaging.

A New Website for Harper’s Magazine Nov 30, 2003

On December 1, 2003, a new website for Harper’s Magazine launched at Harpers. org .

Medium of Exchange (Revised) Nov 24, 2003

“I tried once to imagine the path that a dollar takes when it leaves my wallet, when I buy a can of soup.”

Losesome, Lonesome Nov 17, 2003

Q: Maybe we could have a threesome? A: Maybe you could have a onesome.

The Chinese Cats Nov 16, 2003

Recalling a friend, finding her identity in her early 20s.

A Response to Clay Shirky’s “The Semantic Web, Syllogism, and Worldview” Nov 9, 2003

Clay Shirky, a well-regarded thinker on the social and economic effects of Internet technologies, has published an essay called “The Semantic Web, Syllogism, and Worldview,” a critical appraisal of the semantic web which claims, in essence, that the Semantic Web is a technological pipe dream: an over-specified solution in search of a problem. As someone who has spent long hours attempting to fathom the standards which define the Semantic Web (see and ), I can empathize with Shirky’s frustration, particularly his frustration with the more lofty of the Semantic Web evangelist’s claims.

Jill Nov 5, 2003

A conversation after some events.

Chemical Plants Nov 3, 2003

Memories of the chemicals of childhood.

DVD Player Oct 26, 2003

Buying a thing, and what it gets me.

Letter Oct 26, 2003

A letter to the president regarding the Philippine war.

Easy Way Out Oct 22, 2003

Elliott Smith, and stories about music, and false connections.

The Smile Oct 19, 2003

She looks out the window, wearing a T-shirt with holes chewed into the collar, nervously stroking her nose. What can I say to her?

Chinatown and Back Oct 9, 2003

The parade! The perspective! The joy!

Joke Oct 8, 2003

Where does Björk live? Njörk.

Intercourse Oct 8, 2003

Finding a penny, my friend held it up to the light, and said, “Make a wish. ” “I wish that I could keep that penny forever, and it would always be shiny.

All The Brands Names I Can See While Typing Without Turning My Head or Moving My Eyes Oct 8, 2003

Iiyama Monitor . Gateway Laptop .

Progress Sep 28, 2003

From there to here, then to now.

Medium of Exchange Sep 16, 2003

Layers of language and millions of dollars, all confounded, all tied together.

Accordion Time Sep 14, 2003

Time folds and unfolds in the rhythm of heartbearts, which leads to a theory.

Concession Stand Sep 14, 2003

Paul: I used to go to this movie theater operated by a dyslexic. Scott: And he would put the times up all backwards?

Review Sep 10, 2003

Looking at it two years out.

Planespotting Sep 8, 2003

Refractions on flying.

Talking With Mom Sep 4, 2003

Funerals, free meals, and nagging.

June-August, 1994 Sep 3, 2003

A long summer in upstate New York.

Processing Processing Sep 1, 2003

Late night thoughts on little computer languages, the web as a form, and my own ignorance.

Experiments in Processing Sep 1, 2003

Exploring the small computer language Processing.

Red Rotator Aug 31, 2003

Left, right, up, down, click.

The Alley Watchers Aug 28, 2003

The women who live on Rebecca Dravos’ side-street are mothers, and judges of men and women.

I Have a Dream Aug 27, 2003

In the intervening years, this speech has been reinterpreted and co-opted by: those who would make King into a good negro, forgetting his uncomfortable, “Why We Can’t Wait” radicalism; those who would make King into an Uncle Tom, claiming that he didn’t go far enough, that his non-violence can be equated with weakness; those who would throw the first stone, and use his philandering as a convenient reason to dismiss his nights and days of work, his jail time, his constant labor; and those who take pleasure in the rhetorical grace of the speech, but ignore its native substance, and sample the speech for pop songs, layer it into montages, or use it in television commercials. None of this co-opting changes the fact that the speech is one of the few excellent pieces of exhortatory, visionary rhetoric ever written, and certainly the last great city-on-the-hill vision of America that we’ve received—written by a man who lived under segregation in the old, bad south. 40 years to the day later, the vision is far from realized. But at least it’s a lighthouse towards which to steer.

Black Box Theater Aug 27, 2003

Being in the audience can put you on stage.

Square/Sphere/Static Aug 26, 2003

Left, right, up, down, click.

A Visit to the Asylum for Aged and Decayed Punsters Aug 25, 2003

One of the most agonizing pieces of prose ever written, and a warning to all who would use puns.

John Jones’ Monument Aug 24, 2003

With $50,000 over the course of his life, what did John Jones accomplish?

Taking the Edge Off Aug 24, 2003

Things we love that do not love us back.

Give the Country the Facts Aug 21, 2003

The country is tired of the Philippine War. It would like to close the account.

New Discoveries in Acoustics. Aug 20, 2003

A description of the Pyrophone, an early sound synthesizer utilizing tubes and fire.

Looking for Something Stable Aug 19, 2003

What we talk about when we talk about fetishes.

The Moral Character of the Monkey Aug 18, 2003

Monkeys are ungrateful creatures, but can be caught with pitch-lined gloves. They like to ride pigs. A monkey will unfold all your papers and scatter them about the room.

Telescope Aug 17, 2003

Seeing with prose, and letting the cat out of the box.

Not GOSPLACS Aug 15, 2003

Feedback on .

As Brooklyn Slowly Drunkened Aug 14, 2003

The blackout of 2003.

The Chinese Room Thought Experiment Aug 13, 2003

Imagine that you carry out the steps in a program for answering questions in a language you do not understand. I do not understand Chinese, so I imagine that I am locked in a room with a lot of boxes of Chinese symbols (the database), I get small bunches of Chinese symbols passed to me (questions in Chinese), and I look up in a rule book (the program) what I am supposed to do.

How They Telegraph Chinese Aug 13, 2003

How did they telegraph Chinese? The managers of the China Submarine Telegraph Company have solved the somewhat difficult problem of how to transmit telegraphic messages in Chinese.

Sadness After the Condiment War Aug 12, 2003

The cost of war is very high.

Pilgrimage to the Holy Land Aug 12, 2003

Gustavus Adolphus, late king of Sweden, plans a trip to Palestine, and requests international compatriots.

A Chinese View of the Statue of Liberty Aug 11, 2003

“And this statue of Liberty is a gift to a people from another people who do not love or value liberty for the Chinese.”

Dust Mites Gone Wild! Aug 11, 2003

News about an album release. It is a good album.

The Condiment War Aug 10, 2003

The catsup’s red glare, cabbage bursting in air.

Antlers Aug 6, 2003

We were driving through West Virginia, a little numbed by the road. So we stopped at a resort, and we Paul Ford sat below chandeliers—6 of them at least—made of interlocked antlers.

Web Pidgin Aug 6, 2003

Standards and schemas, pidgins and islands.

The Ftrain Sitekit Jul 20, 2003

Spinning the plates.

One's Self I Sing Jul 19, 2003

ONE'S-SELF I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing.

Shameful Pedantic Pettiness Jul 3, 2003

Sometimes I can’t help myself.

Neutral Weblog Hotel Jun 22, 2003

I rarely discuss weblog-world stuff here, since Ftrain is not a proper weblog, for reasons I don’t want to explain now, and the word “blog” gives me hives. But still: There is a concerted effort underway by a group of the well-informed and enthused individuals to create a common, standard format for “ weblog syndication, archiving, and editing .

Software Story Jun 15, 2003

Visions of Photoshop, visions of PowerPoint.

Frequently Asked Questions Jun 10, 2003

What is she? A lady An easy lover The one So unusual A black magic woman So heavy Always a woman to me What has she got?

My Ethnic Identity Jun 9, 2003

A short story.

What Were They Thinking? May 25, 2003

Gkronuk, River God: Wasn’t really thinking, actually. Esseltaub, Forest Spirit: That I should never have given that woodchopper three wishes.

Like Ezra Said May 14, 2003

Notes from the night out.

My friend the Arb May 10, 2003

Notes from the hypertext sweatlodge.

Missed Connections Apr 28, 2003

Ftrain, 6:30 PM, between 23rd St. and Smith and 9th St.

Selected Remarks from the House of Representatives Apr 23, 2003

Repeal the Cork Tariff!; Visa the beloved snoop; the Museum of Dentistry heals America; Palestinians should be nonviolent.

Letter to Senator Santorum Apr 22, 2003

Oh, Senator Santorum, why do you say those things?

Letters to American Political Institutions Apr 22, 2003

With replies, if I ever receive more than a form letter in return.

Gargoyle in Albuquerque, New Mexico Apr 22, 2003

Horse in Albuquerque, New Mexico Apr 22, 2003

Vacuuming the Lungs Apr 21, 2003

How to breathe deeply when you’re nervous.

Message to the Republican Mob Apr 21, 2003

Rap by a Democratic Congressman from New York, originally published in the Congressional Record, 23 July, 2002.

How Things Ended Up With Rachel Lange Apr 20, 2003

Rachel had her hearing on 11 April, 2003; this is the result.

Letter to the Senate Apr 20, 2003

Regarding RSS feeds. Submitted via email 21 April, 2003.

Letter to the House of Representatives Apr 20, 2003

Regarding RSS feeds. Submitted via email 21 April, 2003.

Letter to the Supreme Court Apr 20, 2003

Regarding RSS feeds. Submitted via email 21 April, 2003.

Letter to the White House Apr 20, 2003

Regarding RSS feeds. Submitted via form 21 April, 2003.

Parking Lot in Santa Fe, New Mexico Apr 20, 2003

Four Letters to the United States Apr 20, 2003

Correspondence with government institutions of the United States regarding different ways they could use RSS to increase awareness of various government actions.

Drawbridge Apr 18, 2003

Raising, lowering, somewhere in Florida.

The time I did lines with a bunch of grad students upstate and we ran around in the woods naked firing guns at each other at random Apr 17, 2003

Paul asked me to elucidate this a little bit. So here’s the short version.

A Remedy Will Be Long in Coming Apr 16, 2003

Not for a while; it will be so much work.

Track 3: Horse Canyon Apr 15, 2003

The third track from the album “Oat Songs in the Dropsy.”

Space Shuttle Apr 14, 2003

Machinery Apr 12, 2003

In Defense of Pittsburgh Apr 11, 2003

A response to Rachel Lange.

Sea Apr 11, 2003

Another Statement on the Legality of Rachel Lange’s Case Apr 11, 2003

A legal explication of Rachel’s case.

Kingfish Apr 10, 2003

Frequently Asked Questions Apr 10, 2003

Notes from a cold morning in Brooklyn.

Track 2: Skinning the Chickadee Apr 10, 2003

The second track from the album “Oat Songs in the Dropsy.”

Accordion Time, Liquid Time Apr 9, 2003

Travel in machines is always a miracle; ask any dog who sticks his head out a window.

Florida Images Apr 9, 2003

Pelican Apr 9, 2003

Mike K Responds to Rachel Lange Apr 3, 2003

Mike K writes in with some concerns about Rachel’s essay--a good representative email from some of the people who weren’t sure whether to believe her or not.

Rachel Lange’s response to Mike K Apr 3, 2003

Rachel replies to concerns about her story.

Chad Thornton Replies to Rachel Lange Apr 2, 2003

Chad Thornton writes in in to show support, and emails the city of Pittsburgh.

Rachel Summarizes Apr 2, 2003

The end result, until the hearing.

Responses to Rachel’s Letter Mar 31, 2003

Two of the responses to Rachel’s email.

Pittsburgh, PA and Followups Mar 31, 2003

Rachel Lange, who lives in Pittsburgh, PA, was accosted by police and jailed for 30 hours for nonviolent protest. She writes in with her story, and Ftrain readers respond.

Scott, Paul, and Takoma the Dolphin Mar 31, 2003

A dialogue.

War Diary Mar 27, 2003

Pittsburgh, PA Mar 27, 2003

Rachel Lange is arrested.

Democracy is in an undisclosed location. Mar 24, 2003

Protest signs from last Saturday’s march.

Dinner with a Billionaire Mar 3, 2003

A work of fiction, in which any relationship between actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Lucky Ducky Purgative Feb 27, 2003

Working that orange alert out of my system.

Wm. Gibson on Terrorism Feb 23, 2003

Author William Gibson nearly blows up the world.

Run from Ground Zero Feb 19, 2003

A brief collection of essays on politics and the personal.

Progress Report Feb 19, 2003

How it’s going.

“Jesus has monkey toes and breasts” Feb 18, 2003

Jim Valvis is writing again.

Saturday Feb 17, 2003

A march in February.

It’s fun to rhyme with my friend Hesta Prynn Feb 16, 2003

I skin an eggplant like no other.

Kiki, the Legendary Goatrilla Feb 4, 2003

A tale of genetics and budget cuts.

Cooking of Eggs Feb 3, 2003

The table of contents from Many Ways for Cooking Eggs by Mrs. S. T. Rorer.

Nanobot Comix Feb 2, 2003

A comic strip for the very, very small.

Getting Close to the Machine Jan 29, 2003

A collection of quotes from a book by Ellen Ullman, prefaced by some good-natured technical meandering.

Keeping Your Nose Clean Jan 28, 2003

It is your right to sneeze!

More and More Like the Machine Jan 26, 2003

Some miscellaneous thoughts on software and soul, which I will try to focus on forthcoming Mondays.

A Dithyramb for Spam Jan 23, 2003

An imperfect alternative to fighting spam which no one will implement, but which would be more satisfying than existing proposals.

My Financial Career Jan 22, 2003

A classic from 1910.

Medium of Choice Jan 21, 2003

The web is my medium of choice, not a medium of last resort.

Earthships Jan 8, 2003

Learning about off-the-grid housing in Santa Fe.

Gorge Jan 7, 2003

A gorge, on the way to the earthship.

St. Francis Dec 31, 2002

A Sculpture of St. Francis Speaking to a Groundhog, in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Ford, Focus! Dec 30, 2002

A picture of the back of a car.

Santa Fe, New Mexico, United States of America Dec 30, 2002

A trip out West to spend time with my girlfriend, a vacation, and the preface to the new year.

Wal-Mart is Everything Nov 19, 2002

Selected responses from an online petition to Wal-Mart stores, urging them to continue selling handgun ammunition.

Chinatown Oct 13, 2002

The tiger and the lobster fight it out.

Benjamin Franklin on Moral Perfection Oct 3, 2002

Practical advice on obtaining a perfectly moral bearing. From his autobiography.

Benjamin Franklin on Business Ethics Oct 2, 2002

When in doubt, sleep on the floor and drink water.

Borrowing a Car Oct 2, 2002

Stealing, and getting people out of jail.

Colgate Money Shot Oct 1, 2002

“Oh man is she pissed,” he said.

Giraffes Gossiping Sep 29, 2002

They’re not gossiping, they’re ribbing each other.

Charles River Sep 28, 2002

A chintzy postcard skyline tourist shot, but I like having it here.

How to Make Something from Nothing Sep 27, 2002

Cuttings from one of the best craft books ever.

Dancing Dolphin Sep 27, 2002

Ah, how they frolic, those cow jaws.

Puppet Head Sep 26, 2002

Kismet, the Hat Sep 25, 2002

Hot Hardcore Dutch Pants-Burning Lust Sep 24, 2002

Three details from an allegorical engraving from Breugel’s invention, circa 1569, on the topic of the deadly sin of lust.

Woodcuts and Lithographs of Various Provenances Sep 24, 2002

An eventually-growing collection of woodcuts, lithographs, and so forth, scanned from the author’s unusually large collection.

Mouth Sep 23, 2002

Inuit Mask Sep 22, 2002

Scrimshaw Sep 21, 2002

Anthropology Department Sep 20, 2002

Boston Haymarket Sep 19, 2002

Photo taken by a friend, because my hands were laden with bags and I could not reach the shutter. Later I took some pictures of the same scene, but this one was better.

Bus, Massachussetts Avenue Sep 18, 2002

Filled with souls and shapes.

Open Subway Door Sep 18, 2002

Representing infinite possibilities, but devoid of humans.

Hips Sep 18, 2002

This last weekend I met a woman who was proud of her tattoo. I’m not sure how the French translates.

Returning to the Devices Sep 18, 2002

At which point Fremington goes back to the gym.

Bark Paintings Sep 17, 2002

From the Harvard Museum of Natural History in Cambridge, Mass.

Rat Valentine Sep 16, 2002

Rats need valentines, too.

5 Dollar Bill in a Jar of Kombucha Sep 16, 2002

Kombucha is a tea fermented by the addition of a mushroom.

Pipes Sep 15, 2002

On 34th St., I think, or right around there - a huge picture window, and there they are, the massive innards of some skyscraper or hotel.

Verizon Sep 14, 2002

They raised the rates to 50 cents, the bastards, and still half the calls don’t go through.

Penn Station Sep 13, 2002

Everyone trying to get somewhere...

Sky Corner Sep 12, 2002

Always there, sliding into their destinations, or departing for greater heights.

Barbecue Sep 12, 2002

I have no grace in grilling. The beets fell into the fire, the oil on them flaring up, smoke everywhere.

The Symmetry Project Sep 11, 2002

Two ancient sketches from Deluxe Paint, a drawing application for the Amiga with which I sorely miss playing.

The Woolworth Building Sep 10, 2002

The once-ubiquitous antenna of the WTC rising behind.

Weekend in Cambridge, Mass Sep 9, 2002

Another Bathtub, Another House Sep 9, 2002

Somewhere - I couldn’t tell you....

Montaigne’s Internet Business Plan Sep 9, 2002

Montaigne - actually his father - predicts HotJobs.com, 430 years before an IPO.

The hands, they move Sep 8, 2002

Watch them. Are they sending you a signal?

Free Willie Nelson Sep 7, 2002

I’ve seen this RV about 3 times, as it’s driven around midtown.

Fellow Sep 6, 2002

This is a pal, at the Flaming Lips show in August. He’s a music critic, cool fellow.

Cut Trees Sep 5, 2002

Near Trenton, NJ. I don’t know why they cut them.

Building in Chelsea Sep 4, 2002

Snapped on the way to see a client, over a year ago.

Make money! Sep 3, 2002

Make it now! Make it! At home! Do it! You must!

The Scott and Paul Radio Show Sep 3, 2002

For some reason, no matter how many times we show the script, no one will put us on the air.

Mystical Chair Sep 2, 2002

One evening south of Canal St...

Filling the Bathtub Sep 1, 2002

A picture from the dark.

1 Year Monologue Sep 1, 2002

An essay where a section is added in 12 consequent months.

The Tarsier Afroth Aug 30, 2002

A wonderful image received via email, provenance unknown, of one of nature’s stranger jokes.

DUMBO, Saturday Afternoon Aug 29, 2002

A man, coming across another man, one of the men having entered into a strange posture.

Park Slope, Sunday Night Aug 27, 2002

A woman and a dog.

Notes: Flowers for Algernon, by Daniel Keyes Aug 27, 2002

A few notes on the book.

It would be good to assign permanent URLs to news stories Aug 25, 2002

An idea for the Semantic Web.

concert Aug 25, 2002

The Flaming Lips in Prospect Park, from Sunday night.

A Kick Aug 12, 2002

My pal Bryan Atinsky gets his ribs bruised by a shithead policeman.

Hydrochloric Aug 5, 2002

Hey, I said, this bottle won’t - ah - what is it? 6 molar hydrochloric acid - won’t open.

Personal Jul 30, 2002

“One of the blessed crowd.” Also, Yeatsian economics. An essay.

A bit of commentary on Google and the Semantic Web Jul 27, 2002

In response, ya see.

August 2009: How Google beat Amazon and Ebay to the Semantic Web Jul 25, 2002

A work of fiction. A Semantic Web scenario. A short feature from a business magazine published in 2009.

Amusing Google Searches Jul 21, 2002

Amazing what people search for, when they set to searching. Written in protective police custody, address undisclosed.

Why I Loved the Library Jul 18, 2002

Heh.

The Top 10.25 Things Women (genders 1-2.5) Don’t Know About Men (genders 3-5) Jul 17, 2002

Love Advice for Extraterrestrials, from the redoubtable but unquestionably masculine (in an extraterrestrial sort of way) Xortar Cheemchim, as published in Ranflax Planet 9’s most prominent women’s magazine (in Ranflaxian, the title of the magazine would be “grandmother(1.5)'s tri-shrimp puddin'” or “creem uk lanba lanba hroot,” but it’s a tonal language, so don’t even try or you’ll end up accusing someone of having a labia filled with cottonwood trees).

The Beautiful Weather Jun 27, 2002

David Fremington describes a day 8 years ago.

Waiting for the Bang Jun 23, 2002

A Sunday night walk down Court St.

Administrative Tomfoolery Jun 19, 2002

A place for all the things that need a place.

Afternoon of Albums Jun 13, 2002

Reflections on the music I listened to this afternoon, and the afternoon albums of two friends.

Meditative Simulated Cross-Country Skiing Jun 11, 2002

Coney island, snacks, and anger.

Track 1: Billy Goats, Angels, Anarchists, Monsters Jun 10, 2002

The first track from the album “Oat Songs in the Dropsy.”

The Sacred Womanhood of Brooklyn Jun 9, 2002

Respect and fear while waiting for the gym.

Manual May 23, 2002

A collection of writing, created by a variety of folk, and pleasant to look upon, is released to the world in a digital format.

Notes from a Road Trip May 7, 2002

Oklahoma, Memphis, and Bucksnort, Tennessee

Very Important Update Apr 9, 2002

A very important update regarding Ftrain.

Palestinian Voices, via Indymedia Mar 31, 2002

Some MP3s to listen to.

March/April Hiatus Mar 13, 2002

Ftrain is on shore leave for a while.

Place as Noplace, and 3D, and Geometry Mar 11, 2002

Paul Ford used a machine to define the way shadows fell, and thus to fool eyes into believing that something existed which did not.

The Grateful Wretch 2: Facing the Camera Mar 9, 2002

A photo session.

The Grateful Wretch Mar 9, 2002

Paul Ford has his picture taken.

New York City Mar 2, 2002

It’s a happenin’ town.

Location Mar 1, 2002

Place in three dimensions.

Time Mar 1, 2002

The fourth dimension of place.

Time Wrapper Mar 1, 2002

What happened in the future.

Answering Machine Message Feb 28, 2002

From my friend Melanie Darning.

A Blatant but Heartfelt Promotion Feb 26, 2002

Steve Burns, some new music, and familiar squirrels that have learned to sing.

Anthologies Feb 23, 2002

Collections of words, images, sounds, cooing birds.

Please Send Me Your Favorite Poem Feb 23, 2002

So I can put it in an online anthology.

Robot Exclusion Protocol Feb 22, 2002

A story about the Google of the future.

How to put a whole harmonica in your mouth Feb 22, 2002

Not recommended for larger, chromatic harmonicas.

Some More Birds in Brooklyn Feb 22, 2002

They lead civic activities, and some are friends.

The Fiddler of Dooney Feb 19, 2002

Folk dance like a wave of the sea.

A Musical, and Political, Bird Feb 18, 2002

He is, in addition to being a musician, a strident progressive, and has persistently encouraged the other birds to be more accepting of the pigeons, among whom he ranks many of his closest friends.

Reader Feedback on Fragmented Year Feb 16, 2002

Perhaps someone who is in the field of research of mental illness would be interested in your work.

Candy Feb 13, 2002

2 artifacts from the day.

Fragmented Year Feb 12, 2002

I keep a file called messages on my computer that holds all my phone conversations, story ideas, quotes, and phone numbers. I add to it as the days go by, when I’m working. It’s over a year old, and 32,000 lines long. This is a collage made from bits of it.

Game for Small Sounds Feb 11, 2002

A piece I wrote with words of one sound each. No more, and of course no less (or else there’d be no sound at all).

The Grateful Wretch 1: Pre-shoot Feb 10, 2002

I must be doing something right.

From the Universal Self-Instructor of 1883 Feb 7, 2002

It is rude to stare at ladies in the street.

Special Feature: the Worst Illustration of Studs Terkel Feb 6, 2002

I was trying to create an image for my piece on the Terkel, a unit of self-worth.

Life in Terkels Feb 6, 2002

Measuring your life as a ratio to Studs

5 February 2002 Feb 4, 2002

Some moments of recall.

Anticipated Essays Feb 3, 2002

An experiment, in which I write things over time, slowly, perhaps, eventually, the slowest writing ever.

Some Birds in Brooklyn Jan 28, 2002

A vision of circling creatures, which can be recreated by machine.

Reader Services FAQ Jan 28, 2002

What are Ftrain Reader Services? Why don’t they work?

Some Miscellaneous Ideas Jan 28, 2002

Some ideas which came out of some programming and problem-solving exercises. Half-coherent.

Future Plans for Reader Services Jan 28, 2002

Where I’d like to take Ftrain. Some options.

Ftrain Reader Services Help Jan 27, 2002

Advice for particular features in Reader Services

To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-gno Jan 27, 2002

A poem on squirrels.

Erase Yourself Jan 26, 2002

Erase your reader record and start again.

Ftrain Privacy Statement Jan 26, 2002

I watch your every move, but you remain a number disconnected from flesh and life.

Create weblog link to this page Jan 26, 2002

Create a link to a given page that links back to your own site

Save Yourself Jan 26, 2002

Save your reader record via a bookmark

Take Note Jan 26, 2002

Take a short note on a page.

My Musical Career Jan 18, 2002

I wore opposing stripes. She wore a Tina Turner wig. Osgood glued my hair to his chest.

A Sense of Place Jan 5, 2002

Dimensions, voices, sound, time, language.

Why are robots so fascinating? Jan 2, 2002

A collection of random notes on works in progress.

Holiday Dec 18, 2001

Ftrain on Holiday

Beyond Black Dogs and Mice Nov 14, 2001

A survey of creatures which foreshadow depression, and their literary origins.

“Paper or plastic?” Nov 11, 2001

at Alfalfa’s Natural Foods in Boulder. Stealthily, divulge I, plastic.

Miracle of Slow Nov 11, 2001

A tri-bladed fan at the far lee of a warehouse, parting sun- shine out. Cat’s pause be- fore pouncing.

Burnished Child Nov 11, 2001

over the river bridge inside The Boulder Library, very near closing, holds a cookie cratered by this sun- down glow. Much proves miracle enough, and then the light.

On Starbucks Patio, Boulder Nov 11, 2001

A conversation away from the office is sluggish- ly turning personal, remaining, though, formal. The Masque of the Pro- fessional is natural- y not created here.

Eben Fine Park, Boulder Nov 11, 2001

Kayakers don’t like tubers, teen boys, all arms and legs joyously spun down rapids, barechested, in cutoffs or board shorts. Appropriately repellent, helmeted, these kayak guys seem to feel they’re in The Aberdeen Proving Grounds of middle-aged manhood.

Boulder Poems Nov 11, 2001

A small collection of poems about Boulder, CO.

WPA Nov 11, 2001

built the University of Colorado Library. Conservatives seared it as wasteful-- federal makework for lay- abouts, etc.

Cruel, So? Nov 11, 2001

Outside a Social Service Building, a fat woman waves. Her clothes, too, wave in wider interference, like tablecloths shaken.

She rocks Nov 11, 2001

her platform sandals, (hearing as a dear expense) placing ONE, then the OTHER in peril- ous ankle mode. He descants, not glancing at her tilt- ing tits.

Baffling Cuteness Nov 4, 2001

Exploring, and respectfully interpreting, the artifacts of another culture

Message inside the front door Oct 27, 2001

A cheering note.

Wish you were here! Oct 16, 2001

A postcard.

Graveyard Oct 15, 2001

Where stories go to die.

Failure to Execute Oct 14, 2001

Ideas and concepts that I hoped would get off the ground, but didn’t.

Early Abominations Oct 14, 2001

From 1997-1998, the worst of Ftrain.

Later Abominations Oct 14, 2001

Awful writing from 1999 on, when I should have known better.

Regarding the November, 2000 Presidential Election Oct 11, 2001

A consortium of news organizations has decided, in the wake of terrorist attacks on America, not to publish the results of an analysis of the November, 2000 Presidential Election voting in Florida.

More stories prior to the heat death of the universe Oct 11, 2001

More whatever.

Operation Wild Badger Sep 29, 2001

Introducing a wee device for the creation of names for U.S. military operations.

Run From Ground Zero Sep 16, 2001

A narrative of my last few days in Israel, of watching the WTC, then losing my job, then holding the walls, then wanting to help, then giving up, then feeling hope, then giving up again, and on and on.

Evolution Sep 4, 2001

A message from the Ftrain metaphor control committee.

“500,000 Kilowatts of Stardust” Sep 3, 2001

Gene, Debbie, and Donald teach me about art

Ivrit Sep 2, 2001

Voices, and sounds, and sleeping.

Blah Aug 27, 2001

Basically, I suck.

Ftrain Codebase Aug 14, 2001

The bits and pieces that go into making this the finest personal site on Planet Z.

Phone Call Jul 23, 2001

A silver fox, an achromatic bear.

Guilty Hair Jul 14, 2001

We’ll forget her, and him, soon enough.

Body of Language Jul 9, 2001

A late-night series of thoughts on names.

Eyewitness Noise: 2 July 2001 Jul 1, 2001

AI, Canada, Kendall, Israel, and Zithromax

Characters and Simulation Jul 1, 2001

A brief idea about characters in Web-fiction

People I appear, unintentionally, to be ripping off Jun 30, 2001

After I wrote the piece one level up, on SimCity and Narrative, I did some keyword searches on Google and found the following essays, which I will read when I have a bit of time, learning as I go how my ideas are unoriginal, lame, and long-ago-disproven. The fun of weak scholarship!

Running the Machine Jun 27, 2001

Under the hood of Ftrain.com

Images from in and around Manhattan, NYC Jun 26, 2001

La van, a man, a plan, a bird, Dr. IbaÃ±al Panama, Naval!

Elegy Jun 21, 2001

This poem hung on my wall for years, until I began to look a little like it.

George Washington as seen by William Carlos Williams Jun 19, 2001

Canon of Classifieds Jun 12, 2001

Author ISO meaning; will travel.

Context and Web-memory Jun 10, 2001

This is a summary of my technical background, and if you don’t care about things like databases and XML, skip it.

Photos from a Day in Jerusalem Jun 7, 2001

A small collection of photos and captions.

Guns and Moses Jun 7, 2001

Commerce in Jerusalem.

Bethesda Jun 7, 2001

The springs where Jesus healed the sick

Stopping by Sharon’s, then ascending to Zion Jun 7, 2001

It’s really just a big hill.

The Church of the Holy Sepulchre Jun 7, 2001

Where Jesus was crucified, dead, and buried, and where, on the third day...

Soldiers, Muslims, Coca Cola Jun 7, 2001

IDF Soldiers are everywhere in Jerusalem, some young and nervous, others cocksure, others standing with old, cynical posture, all seemingly under 22.

Around the Temple Jun 7, 2001

The Al Aqsa mosque, the Western Wall, an archeological dig

The Compliment May 31, 2001

Making the statement.

Compression May 27, 2001

Blocks and unblocks

Eyewitness Noise Apr 30, 2001

Various news scraps from the world of the Ftrain

50 Lira Apr 21, 2001

A story suggested by my 1970’s drug-abuse-encouraging porn-movie bathroom

Getting back to Israel Apr 19, 2001

Exercising my Flight of Return

Sirens, Water, Land Apr 18, 2001

A inquisitive sketch relating to certain historical incidences and their current cultural manifestations, ending with news of a bountiful resource in our mental landscape.

Fictional Eavesdropping Apr 17, 2001

What they talk about when they talk in Hebrew

The bedroom and the world outside Apr 15, 2001

2/3 of the world is stories; the rest is sleep.

A Month in Savion Apr 5, 2001

I went back to Israel to work on an Artificial Intelligence project from April 6-May 6, 2001

Emacs Notepad Mar 18, 2001

Make emacs tell time, open files quickly, and talk to Perl.

Jealousy and Literature Mar 17, 2001

Pet Van Sommers explains his feelings about analyzing jealousy through the lens of literature; from his 1988 book Jealousy.

The Titles of Web Publications Rendered as Something Like Poetry Mar 16, 2001

Can a narrative be created using only Web site names? You’ll soon see, the answer is “no.”

Google Search, 12:35 AM Mar 14, 2001

Online, revenge is forever

Half-assed Homecoming Mar 11, 2001

Returning for just a moment in the larger travels.

Linear Journal Feb 28, 2001

Daily automatic meanderings

Internet Culture Review Feb 26, 2001

A reply to Thomas Frank’s One Market Under God. A quick explanation of how Cyberculture transformed into the New Economy, and then into - poof! “TV news can be safely ignored forever.”

The Book of Joshua, Chapter 10 Feb 18, 2001

The sun stands still in the sky.

to explain myself Feb 14, 2001

the risks of the metafiction lifestyle

4 hours in Jerusalem Feb 14, 2001

In through Jaffa Gate; I don’t remember where we came out.

Night Flight to Tel Aviv Feb 12, 2001

The first time out of North America

Obtaining a Rush Passport in New York City Feb 8, 2001

Going to offices, riding on trains.

Bucket of Doggerel Feb 5, 2001

Sometimes, but not often, I rhyme.

The Atomistic Machine View of the World Jan 27, 2001

R. C. Lewontin proposes a third approach to analysis.

Ego gratification Jan 26, 2001

The other reason for working on the Web.

A theory of art Jan 26, 2001

The concept behind the motivation.

Why bother creating a Web site like Ftrain? Jan 26, 2001

A first stab at the answer to that question.

Notes and Observations on Building a Web Site with XSLT Jan 9, 2001

Some notes on using XSLT, an XML transformation language, to create Ftrain.com. Probably only fun reading for a certain kind of geek.

Grandfather Dec 27, 2000

Stories about my grandfather, whom I wish was still here.

Recent Transactions Among the Tribes Dec 19, 2000

This is how the business section of the newspaper sounds to me. You?

Silicon Alley UpdateLosing the Niche: HeyThereNegro.com Dec 10, 2000

What’s the news from New York’s hottest economic zone?

Etymologizer Dec 6, 2000

A mass-etymological breakdown tool that I’d create if I could, but I can’t.

Poetry Scanner Dec 5, 2000

A possible tool to figure out where the accents are.

Polysemizer Dec 5, 2000

The mighty Polysemizer, making sure all the words are widely known.

Box of Ideas for Future Language Toys Dec 5, 2000

Ideas for web projects, stories, or approaches to cultural understanding which I’d love to implement and make available if I had the time, or brains.

Two Parallel Content Planets Nov 30, 2000

With the advent of the web, there appear to be two parallel tracks for the development of content and ideas.

PAC Evil Nov 29, 2000

Jim Hightower encapsulates the horror of big money politics in a few paragraphs.

Thomas Hardy, Roman Ruins, Casterbridge Nov 26, 2000

A section from The Mayor of Casterbridge that summarizes Hardy’s historical vision - a mix of architectural, archeological, and human history, which humans ignore to their ignorant doom or observe to their eternal sadness. The beginning of Chapter 11, typed in from the Penguin Edition.

What’s the difference between a liberal and a conservative? Nov 26, 2000

An extremely clear definition, from Booknotes, 1994

3 Kinds of Power Nov 26, 2000

From John Kenneth Galbraith’s The Anatomy of Power, Houghton Mifflin, pp. 4-6.

Continued Biographic Nov 24, 2000

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Reader Response

11 Mar 98 Mar 10, 1998

Still a little stressed out over the abduction.

09 Mar 98 Mar 8, 1998

Abduction

08 Mar 98 Mar 7, 1998

Prayer

06 Mar 98 Mar 5, 1998

Day off.

05 Mar 98 Mar 4, 1998

Bits of Food

04 Mar 98 Mar 3, 1998

A doodle on a grim day

03 Mar 98 Mar 2, 1998

Terrible Literary Error

02 Mar 98 Mar 1, 1998

On Vacation

27 Feb 98 Feb 26, 1998

A Picture

25 Feb 98 Feb 24, 1998

A Day

24 Feb 98 Feb 23, 1998

Slight return

16 Feb 98 Feb 15, 1998

Songs from the Cold War

15 Feb 98 Feb 14, 1998

The Coming War

13 Feb 98 Feb 12, 1998

Bad Dream

12 Feb 98 Feb 11, 1998

A review of Negativland’s DISPEPSI

Angels in the Stomach Feb 10, 1998

Age 15, West Chester, Pennsylvania

09 Feb 98 Feb 8, 1998

Lazy boy weepy boy whiny boy.

08 Feb 98 Feb 7, 1998

As I’m writing these little blurbs, I’m listening to Elliott Smith, and he sings about the Ftrain. Good to see the kids rocking out. This is about work angst, of course.

04 Feb 98 Feb 3, 1998

A plastic teddy bear and whores.

03 Feb 98 Feb 2, 1998

Holiday joy.

02 Feb 98 Feb 1, 1998

Celebrate the real meaning of Groundhog Day.

31 Jan 98 Jan 30, 1998

Workplace Limericks

30 Jan 98 Jan 29, 1998

The Devil is Contentious

28 Jan 98 Jan 27, 1998

The Further Adventures of Captain of Industry

26 Jan 98 Jan 25, 1998

Bad Alternative Song Lyrics

The Subway Diary Analyzes Current Events Jan 23, 1998

Figuring out using our patented psychoanagrammatical method

23 Jan 98 Jan 22, 1998

Aliens and Ghosts

22 Jan 98 Jan 21, 1998

Sarah McLachlan

The Subway Diary: 20-Jan-98 Jan 19, 1998

First Person Photo/Third Person Lithograph

Real Things, Said by Real People Jan 18, 1998

You tame your own donkey, okay?

Cross-cultural Romance Jan 16, 1998

Ooblat love can be so sad

The Islamic Republic of Dogs Jan 15, 1998

“We are going to war with the Irish! We will cast out the Leprachauns!”

A Case of Religion Jan 12, 1998

Crazy teen Christian culture

12 Jan 98 Jan 11, 1998

Fordian Analysis

The Perfect Sentence Jan 10, 1998

Can the perfect sentence be defined? Can you arrive at it? I took a trip to find out.

10 Jan 98 Jan 9, 1998

Nostalgia, 2030 AD

The Subway Diary: 07-Jan-98 Jan 6, 1998

Narrative surrealism at its worst.

The Poetry Converter Jan 3, 1998

Finally, something that understands poetry

NoMoPoMo! Jan 2, 1998

Absolutely None

The Subway Diary: 02-Jan-98 Jan 1, 1998

The Remaining 5,000 Verses Have Not Been Included for Space Reasons

New Years, Pearls Dec 30, 1997

I went over and touched the pearls. “Are they real?” “No.”

Seeing Sound/Synthesis Dec 27, 1997

I was losing my mind thinking about sine waves.

Social Life Dec 26, 1997

They come; they see me; they have their own lives to attend to

The Subway Diary: 26-Dec-97 Dec 25, 1997

Craig Roberts Watches Television

The Subway Diary: 25-Dec-97 Dec 24, 1997

Eggnography

Baker’s Dozen Dec 22, 1997

Your mom’s so fat she wears a cross-your-knees bra.

The Subway Diary: 21-Dec-97 Dec 20, 1997

Fulton Mall

Manhood, 1994 Dec 19, 1997

Copper John

(Discussions with an) Insurance Agent Dec 18, 1997

What if my sister is massacred by hobgoblins?

16 Dec 97 Dec 15, 1997

This is a bad short story; it was an attempt to be kind of clever, and an attempt to—oh, well, fuck it.

How the NEA bit the dust Dec 14, 1997

Written in the froth of deep Helms-hating.

The Subway Diary: 14-Dec-97 Dec 13, 1997

Diary of a young actor

13 Dec 97 Dec 12, 1997

Old cover letter

The Yahoo.com Internet Party in SoHo Dec 9, 1997

...and how I used it to get sloppy drunk

Geek Rhapsody Dec 7, 1997

Laboring under the mysterious watchful eye of the Guru Meditation error.

Alone for the Holidays Dec 6, 1997

Thanksgiving, at a movie theater. The woman behind me bursts out in tears.

06 Dec 97 Dec 5, 1997

Merry Christmas (Running From Paramilitary Fundamentalists)

No Baby Dec 4, 1997

Avoiding the child.

Nice Girls Dec 2, 1997

Mom and I on the phone.

Family Snapshot Dec 1, 1997

Beginning to understand my grandfather will die.

Beware Cereal Addiction Nov 29, 1997

Save our children from this encroaching horror.

29 Nov 97 Nov 28, 1997

Quick Visit With an Old Friend

28 Nov 97 Nov 27, 1997

Disposing of Evidence

27 Nov 97 Nov 26, 1997

New Nikes, Shot into the Stars

How I Broke Up With My Long-Term Girlfriend Nov 25, 1997

Summarizing the long-distance end.

Career Development Revisited Nov 23, 1997

Coming back once more

An Anagram for the Lord’s Prayer Nov 22, 1997

Each letter switched.

Your Meter May Vary Nov 20, 1997

My early literary experience.

The Subway Diary: 18-Nov-97 Nov 17, 1997

Ronald Reagan Rhapsody

The Subway Diary: 13-Nov-97 Nov 12, 1997

Bad Apples Ruining My Day

Galaxie 500 Nov 11, 1997

Industrial punk memories

Not Dungeons and Dragons! Nov 9, 1997

Drinking and twelve-sided dice - a dangerous combination, 1997

Career Development: an Artist Nov 6, 1997

Career Development is important to a young fellow’s growth.

06 Nov 97 Nov 5, 1997

A lunchtime discussion.

The Subway Diary: 05-Nov-97 Nov 4, 1997

A song about chicks who love drugs.

04 Nov 97 Nov 3, 1997

Boogie Nights

Relationship Babbling Nov 1, 1997

The topic of discussion is no longer valid.

The Subway Diary: 01-Nov-97 Oct 31, 1997

Occasioned by the Not-so-great Stock Market Crash of 1997

Big Mistakes and How I Cope with Them Oct 29, 1997

Screwing up at work.

Relationship Whining Oct 26, 1997

So sad, so sad. From the Subway Diary, 27-Oct-97.

Auf Wiedersehn, Scheide Oct 24, 1997

A story of loss and sadness, and the absence of sex, and Kathie Lee, and milky thighs, and so forth.

Pissing my Pants at Work Oct 22, 1997

A sad, true tale of workplace shame.

Urban, Boolean Oct 20, 1997

New York City as a Boolean Algebra problem; also the first piece ever written for Ftrain, at the tender age of 22.

A Tent in the Arctic Sep 30, 1997

The story of my life, in dribs and drabs.

The Tour

Mortuary Science

My parents divorced in 1987; thay bought cemetery plots a year earlier. Neither has bothered to change the location of these snatches of ground.

Phosphorescence

You’re like the lights I see in my head when I turn too fast. They break apart at the edges of my vision the moment they appear.

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A collection of poems by Frank B. Ford

4th of July

Ketchup Corvette cradling this winking blonde bangs at the light with my shuddering Dart hey big wink for real? mid shimmers of SUN- OCO & EXXON & GULF & WESTERN CLOTHING SOLD HERE PIZZA KING BEER BURGER BOY WENDYS the para- bolic piss of those Golden Arches & ARBYS fries onions busting through these coarse grains my A- merican Blonde shouldering diesels hiss in stinks of asphalt oil & grease glossy ex- plosions of a thousand cars in shiny black parking lots puddling suns O my America & O my new girl quick inside your own raw wave hey America I’m your native son hanging in there hard in army pants neon-nylon jacket rocking my self-destructing motor in a ***ROUTE 1 ECSTASY*** she’s off @ spectral green stands on the brakes then lays down rubber fishtailing into BUSTERS WATER HOLE her hair snaps acetylene.

Against the Deck

she was thin in ways ay she was as thin in places aces were wider, snide reluctant queens and fat jacks held their spots; lots of pain rained on hands and has.

The Plain Answer

The logic of a dream is in it, you learn but needn’t then. The walking life cannot play fair with its burden of desire.

Ay

There is and is not a rub. It has acquired your wearing thin.

Beer and Sandwich On the Road

I’M THE GREATEST POLACK EVER INVENTED WHAT’RE YOU? American.

Black Frost

The kiss among diving trees as from the jack-o-lantern house the dread- ful speeches of our other out- wreathing in a cone. Shadows harrowing the stones, we dream ourselves in breath.

Bursted

At the library display brown ink, browner-splotched page in application for a pedlar’s license: “gun bursted” and he could thus no longer farm, that one arm hanging useless. Rushing!

Calling It a Day

The Surrender to the Fools was effected with mimimum pomp - to their sheerest miff for they had arrived in fool regalia: gowns and suits and hoods and badges, bright chains of office. Instead their capitulators gave wry, exhausted speeches...

The Chance

FEW TIMES I CAN AFFORD DELTA I WATCH PARTS OF MY FATHER’S DYING IN HOLLYWOOD FLORIDA CAUSE BIG C GOT HIM OH YEAH NO APPEAL & HE ASKS ME TO FIX UP THE DART GET IT INSPECTED YOU KNOW SO HE CAN DRIVE WHEN HE KNEW HE NEVER WOULD & THEN THE MECHANIC TELLING ME THE ONE EDGEY THING. WASN’T SURE BRAKES’D PASS.

Civilization

The Battle of Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton. --Wellington On the playing fields of Eton I assumed my fair turn in New Haven Yalie bells held us as in a vise, through mine fields since missing the notices haphazardly posted a- mong the swells of cricketeers and footballers, the rise of dust in dusk, cool-edged.

Clothesline Visitation

She releases sheets to wind. They snap brilliances rowing the swollen green- blue earth to sudden Him, a nave radiating blacks a- gainst hot, belly- ing waves.

Coastal Graveyard in Branford, Connecticut

The frugal spaces as if Yankees embraced the dirt down un- to them. Above, salt-scoured markers rippling in exhaust from DATSUN & McDONALDS.

Dedication

Defining Hope

Let your veins drink where other veins were let. Kneel on stones from whence blood was almost scoured.

Dentist

He explains decay in morning light, I phrase colors of the corrugated shed three stories down, changing the language as light changes and when it stops, the words must continue in order to save us. We say too much and yet at a still point are graced.

Departure at Twilight

Soft airs raise the women, each face a swinging blaze, their earrings swaying glimmers into cars suspended in a cold liquidity. Sinking to a knee, a gold surrounded man, struck through this first time to his heart of hearts.

Directing The Scene

This night river breaks the grasses. I touch air enough to hear children in the fragrances, in the river-wind woods holding seige, their voices fire against the trees.

At The Elevation

of the Host St Mary’s paint smell mixed with cloying cold cream + HEAT pipes HAMMERED you out of drifted sleep CLAMMY and there IT is BAD BOY and growing on 12! oh my GOD and what NOW?

Farce Averted

Will she live with her little panties here? Walk around in her underwear?

From dark the floating

voice where I had gone to feel more alone, thinking I was, and then our sergeant’s words, the straining wind off ropes outside the tent. “You okay now?

From the Fishing Pier (Nam Decade)

Far out the surfers start their ride. The day is gloss and wind and wide And I have come to get a rest From Time and Kodachromes of death.

Copyright and Acknowledgements

The Hand In the Future

We are composing ourselves as the photographer composes. Our being guided and guiding him and each solely directing such limited chaos making us free in a way of the result.

Generation

Joe and Madeline graduated Cornell & went on to Ph (got married) Ds @ NYU. gestured intensively as they rapped a concept till it, surrounded, surrendered.

The Grove

Those leaning pines with sparse and floating branches, the sea behind thinned here and there by light: A Japanese print before I’d seen one. Does the scene exist before the artist makes it so?

Home

Where I come from we never really lived (so we said and did) and here I’m stranger still for some place won’t answer. There’s pleasure on paths that birds blur ahead.

Human Potential

We want the language as a friend who’ll tell a gentle joke We’ll always go out for coffee forgetting to eye the gauges: The leaders must hold this engraved. Well, our own friend’s actual head is gone.

In Our Cold Stars

An old car waits in the terrific sun. We turn away a moment to adjust our shapeless clothes and stand for it, the camera, dreaming and haste in our mouths.

Kamikazie

means divine wind. On trains the young men carried a ball of rice in leaves, they headlong, reverent, would have the shit blown out of them, war being this sort of capital concern as now a drink by the same name by the same name.

Language and the Marketplace

If the particular whore enjoys an icecream cone why blame her? O see can you say she should rather essay honest work for her coin, but’s lacking the mere what?

The German Lesson

The women in one camp fucked the guards for toilet paper. (To what base uses do we all etc.?

Linking the Miracles

light sung round the chalice and round the priest thrusting up the host, sunbright her face exploding the front row.

Living Nonsense

Who can treat the meaning- lessness? No doctor or priest telling you you’re not the first, thrusting whatever text through emptiness of air, that air where you are indeed first: Alpha in the hollows whistling your name.

The Matter With Us

It is cold we have made once more narrowing the blaze to this still point to turn and to ponder dispassionately concentrating grains of fire-sung ice keen as the much folded tip of a Japanese sword.

Mineral Baths - Bursa, Turkey

Steam lifts to the rotunda, its art of running arabesques around windows thick and old, aswarm with aurioles. Down here the men soon draw apart, spurning visionary air for modesty.

The Moment

Evening is a river of shadows rushing the trees un- till you hear water and are not sure that it is wind or that dark itself can run. Knowing that you can’t be sure of anything alone then, breathe your question.

Nighthawks, after Hopper

The world, of course, is dead. It was my father’s as this could be Nickel Charlie’s, the all-night restaurant next to Loew’s Poli in New Haven where he’d repair after the graveyard shift on the Journal-Courier.

Overheard

I aint no CHURCH person you know what I MEAN? All that STUFF!

The Peach Boy

I bring my GI Orient and Paul, 4, his dubbed cartoon of Saturday morn- ing monsters in outer space yet he hasn’t much to lose as I exclude Sigmund’s and Carl’s inner-space hardware store cause the play opens with the father discovering this great peach in a stream, and once home the old couple uncover a baby inside as samisens bridge my life in sound back to a small dim room of a Tokyo club where a guy picks a tune from this white baby grand and I’m in raw company alone then, with my girl better and worse I’m tearing at a steak and throwing back Nip- pon beer. Cocksure, but she’s hushing me now, because the guy composes, the pale lid floating inclined on his smoky progressions in my sliding mind the Peach Boy has grown up, is prowling the audience when from his silk, peach light widens over little Paul beautifully glow meets glow.

The Plan

We go our separate ways to separate our ways to go our ways separate to separate our going to ways of separate ways of going separate we go our separate ways of going separate to our separate ways of separate going to our ways separate we go we separate we go separate to separate to go our separate ways.

Prayer To My Daughter

What I’d like to have for you is a good liar only he can tell the truth with conviction since evidently he knows what it is as contrasted to his obvious duplicity refusing to lie to himself. So therefore when you have him you really got something true and more solid than an alleged good man like your father who unfortunately doesn’t have a daughter.

Reply

You said I was pretty that evening of a thousand birds, their wings beat darkly up from your soft mouth, sweeping the moon away. The few who come here now drop at odds.

Running to Light

the river and the snow are taken by their shadows becoming darkness with a sound searching light: finding the moon it thrashes it to ribbons. Rewound at an eddy then revolving whole and cold.

Scoring

Shy

At Sounion

of a morning woven over stone I bump camera then smock. We share a mist wherein I must refuse, no dreamy photographs desired: my- self and nothing.

Stream

Sung To the Tune of Anything At All

The sailor danced the whole insinuated night, went along home, hers, to his dismay. Her apparatus like his own, though greater, he beat to death this epicine coquette.

The Territory

A current phrase or two having to do with finding oneself. What acquire?

The Terrorist

I wait as have others. You strike at your wish or may not I know your demands and have al- ways.

There’ll Always Be Us

Eat beans AMERICA needs the gas, and in the event of nuclear attack, put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye. The people’ll save us, yes after all the politicians’ twirling lies, their suck- ing dry the public tit, it’s the love of the people makes light of the world.

Those Two Again

Snow is crystalgeometrics fused to hood a knobby world. In art things turned are fired to glaze, perfect, caught there right before a crazed drunk wrecks the shop, must be dealt with, giv- en booze and meat to keep his unkempt soul till snow confides once more outside the window, sticks around to smooth hung- over light.

Three Shortstops

Feat you’ve gotten the intellectual shove: reasons for everything and no love. Corona River You a- nother.

To Tamzen On Her Fortieth Birthday

Undoubtedly you’ll get this crap from others: Life begins @ 40 etc... you’re not getting older you’re getting better - yeah all the Hallmark cliches showering down to spice the big day up.

Trio

What has fallen? Most obviously along the wet floor of the woods, trees, but of what human sense, spirit?

Two Met

Each turns the glow to knife between o hold us dark cupped, sun- set-rimmed. Spin us free when we have drunk this shimmering between.

At the University

Strutting memorial stones a pigeon fantails between boy scholars untrue to anything might take looking into, girls aswing with a something nothing can propound, bi- cyclists boring under the latest shit on man falling out the window.

Using Air

of a buttered morning a coed in legwarmers bound for Poly Sci and yet they signal rasping practice boards be- neath an icy glow, ad- junct not to art but pain splayed out after a rag doll flop. The newest anything jives sweaty trial and its impure collapse.

Viewed as Drama

the war’s a disappointment thus said D. W.

Visions of the Yale Library

where a sari insinuates scholars, in hunches, eyes above blond glasses diving then to proof as she is by and by the checker, dour enthroned: both subsumed as the doorway widens to mercury noon. At lunch she’ll laugh away a junior’s suave ennui at George and Harry’s, nod on cue, wring teabag a- gainst spoon.

Way It’s

Where

the curve flows to become everywhere people walk in fields amid the flaring stones and trees, the grasses described by birds, and each is what touches.

Young Italian Girl Resting On Her Elbow - Cezanne

Such indolence becomes the light encounter- ing her and him and us. What is the art of years but connecting light?

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Narratives of random interactions with New York City while on bicycle or foot.

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All a Dither

We all started avoiding him because he made us nervous. I had never thought of how to label his actions until my secretary says “This new printer dithers; I mean it’s supposed to, fills out each little individual letter better that way.

Amerika by M.

Times melt together. There were lights but I puzzled as to whether they were of the Christmas variety.

BASIC Program For Capitalism

10 PRINT “I don’t want to hear you’ve been cut back to only half-time! I want a FULL days work out of your lazy ass.

Big A

Man: Can you help me? DJ: In which regard?

Chapters 1 and 2

The final disgust of the evening: he shows how his head is fastened with velcro straps. She rips it off his shoulders and locks herself in the bathroom, performing indignities.

Executive Decision

a: The one they call Jinky, from Accounting? He okayed his early retirement package.

The Experiment

She is given an entire life in four hours though programming with accelerated hormones, will die of lung cancer at equivalent thirty-one. I arrive, late, missing the birth and more, but get to observe her gangly first kiss.

Future Dialog

DOCTOR: They’ll say what they wish. Always.

Introduction

I’m writing a short story. Fine, written a hundred or so, but having just read a critical work on deconstructionism, I need to change something, although my feeling is that I’ve always deconstructed - smashed up the calcified bourgeois everything, or tried to.

Measure For Measure

Excuse me, but you don’t look the part, no bandoliers, holsters, more of a guy most at home in an athletic jacket, have a beer with at the local Elks. Right, with banker at one elbow and welder at the other etc.

The Medium

A Robin Leach interviewing a something called a Morgan or Tiffany Something. Great breasts plus the worship of rattan furniture.

A Tragedy Anent The International Phonetic Alphabet

A couple who pronounced. Everything perfectly, American with a whiff of British.

The Premium

As mostly everybody knows by now, The Hoeing Zollerns portrays a German farm family which settles in Ireland, uh... inevitable mixups which prove to be so very very funny.

Revelation

He: Fuckin feathers! Feathers!

The Surprise

Man: What the bleedin’ hell! Cyclist: Oh I’m so sorry!

Tug

Sees her in a construction bucket being hoisted up against the sun to a traffic light outside the dental school. Her darkly yellow helmet.

Two Documents

Well, Diary, these are the human problems. H.

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