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As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again, Starbuck still gazing at the agitated waters where it had sunk, with a wild voice exclaimed—“Almost rather I had seen Moby Dick and fought him, than to have seen thee, thou white ghost!”
      “What was it, Sir?” said Flask.
      “The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld and returned to their ports to tell of it.”

Moby-Dick, 1851


NEWS



3-17-09  No one reads this column
Guys, FURL sucks. It has sucked for years, and I'm sorry I've been using it. I have switched over to delicious; I would have done this much sooner, but they made it really difficult the last time I tried.


4-21-08  Archives
Uhmm, apparently archives haven't really been working since late 2006. THANX for the heads up guys! They are temporarily fixed, and will stay temporarily fixed until I migrate to new software/layout. I have said some hilarious things in the last 7 years, that future generations will feel lucky I preserved. Go check them out.


1-18-08  new iPhone icon
Woah, it's been 3 years since the last news update! Fuzzysquid now has a webclips icon for your iPhone! It'll automagically show up when you add FS to your home screen. Atom and RSS feeds have been available for a few years now, but I never made special mention of it.


1-14-05  LJ images
Since it seems to be popular, and it's been linked in a lot of different places besides here, I've decided to post the LJ Images page. At least in the news, at least for now. It's also getting some Google ads because you LiveJournal people are sucking up all my bandwidth (35% for that one page!)


4-02-04  FURL
Check out what I've been browsing: FURL.net bookmark archive. Not much commentary, relevance, or sequitur—but it's what's keeping this blog from turning into a meme dumpster.





LINKS

    SQUID STUFF

  1. TONMO - The Octopus News Magazine Online. Invaluable.
  2. Angrywhale - Meet Leonard. He's an angry sort of whale.
  3. The Squid Blog - From the Laughing Squid people.



    PEOPLE I KNOW

  4. Moxyberry - Where the cousin is at. Her bookmarks here.
  5. Cranky User - Brian's bookmarks. Updated, unlike his site.
  6. Rosenstock - Her other ride is your mom.
  7. Lauren - Wet Hot Singaporean Blogging.
  8. Universal Donor - Like the prime number shitting bear, but with terrible back pain.
  9. Olivia - Who receives special dispensation from our usual policies.
BLAG  read the archive


Wednesday, August 27, 2003
dannyboy 9:26 AM (0)

 
Comments:

 

 
It seems I should clear some things up about my last post. I don't believe it's impossible for there to be meaningful exchange between two people. I don't think the best that we can get is overt, and superficial, meanings like, "I'm hungry." The issue is that our realities are not objective, in the least. Even in shared experience, it is our perception that is our reality--if you and I both look at the stapler on my desk, there is no inherent truth to that stapler, but only our unique experience of that stapler. So how can one describe with accuracy how one feels about that stapler, when there is no common ground? Even our words are just generalities; my idea of sky blue is not your idea of sky blue. No, not even pantone chips or RGB values will make things any clearer. I'm speaking of a fundamental disconnect.

What we do have is approximations, and for the most part, they are sufficient. Your experience of the stapler is approximate to mine, close enough that we can talk about how much better it would be to have a red Swingline. But my point is, no one will ever know truly what my experience is. And all of our forms of expression--art, music, literature, pink dual mohawk--these are our attempts to connect ourselves to each other. Which works, as long as we accept that they are only approximations. And perhaps they're also a desperate search for the hoped common ground, the true objective substrate from which our experiences arise. Because our nature abhors a vacuum.





 
   
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