rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Running Out

Teh Internets keeps getting bigger, ingesting vast amounts of virtual things. It is insatiable! I am feeding it right now. And whatever it devours, it then replicates and regurgitates endlessly. It blows its digital chunks all over my brain! But while teh Internets grows, time does not expand to accommodate it. If our brains are the environment of teh Internets, the fact that we are subject to the limits of time means that teh Internets faces a sort of Malthusian crisis. Eventually, it will overpopulate our brains, and then it will crash.

Before the inevitable end, here are a couple of chunks it blew at me today.

The Arroyo Seco runs from northeast of downtown Los Angeles to the San Gabriel Mountains, northwest of Pasadena. It contains a mixture of old urban neighborhoods, costly suburban areas, parks in various states of development or rusticity, and the Rose Bowl (among many other things.) Now, The Arroyo Seco Foundation has its own web site, with goatloads of information, historical and contemporary, about this interesting strip of territory.

Something completely different, (via boing boing), is the happy news that there is now safe, effective treatment for your prostitute phobia. Sufferers, behold the promise of hope:
"If you are living with prostitute phobia, what is the real cost to your health, your career or school, and to your family life? Avoiding the issue indefinitely would mean resigning yourself to living in fear, missing out on priceless life experiences big and small, living a life that is just a shadow of what it will be when the problem is gone."
Ah, the wonders of modern therapy! Now with ones and zeros, and accessible at the click of a mouse! How did the world ever get along without all this?

And, in local news, the dusk sky here tonight turned a shade of blue that I am quite sure has never been given a name. If I think about it long enough, maybe I can come up with one.

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