I'm heading back down to Westhaven today.

Tomorrow I'm going to take my website offline and stop reading the news for a couple of weeks. It's an experiment in dicipline. The site archive will stay around, but the frontpage will become something really blank and simple, and if I truly feel the need to post something it will have to be in video form.

These are the rules.

Also, I'm probably going to have a thinger to sign up for a mailing list. The point of this will be for people who want to know when I go back "on the air" with whatever comes out next. I hope all my regular readers will sign up.

Fucking cool. Swedish Pirate Party Launches Massive Darknet:

Today, the Swedish Pirate Party launched a new Internet service that lets anybody send and receive files and information over the Internet without fear of being monitored or logged. In technical terms, such a network is called a “darknet”. The service allows people to use an untraceable address in the darknet, where they cannot be personally identified.

“There are many legitimate reasons to want to be completely anonymous on the Internet,” says Rickard Falkvinge, chairman of the Pirate Party. “If the government can check everything each citizen does, nobody can keep the government in check. The right to exchange information in private is fundamental to the democratic society. Without a safe and convenient way of accessing the Internet anonymously, this right is rendered null and void.”

Emphasis mine, because I fully aggree.

The service is called Relakks. I dunno if it's open to international participation (looks like it is), but a $7/mo fee for truly anonymous internet connectivity sounds like a winner to me.

The Cuban Communist Party newspaper headlines it An Unforgettable Afternoon Among Brothers and a "Three Hour Emotional Exchange." Spanish is a more passionate languate, I realize, but still... the object Fidel and Hugo are clutching here is apparently "Bolivar's Dagger."

Riding my mom's bike around a little in the warm summer night, getting a little bluesy. Problems that rattle through my head lately in no particular oder: too much talk about television... who might or might not have a drinking problem... will I ever stop checking out every woman I see? laundry-mats are lonely places at night... missing the innocence and excitement of youth... wondering what exactly I'm going to do with myself...

I think more structure is in order.

But it's a nice night for now, a quiet sunday and the air is nice, and it feels good to roam the streets and pedal slow with no hands. Life here feels smaller and somehow more precious. It makes me think about how much of our experiece depends on where we place our beliefs, what we come to value by choice or by custom. There's a whole world going on just down at the local pizza shop, dramas and feuds and hope and love and probably even some questionable poetry, but we'll never know the whole story.

It's there though, and it comes from people becoming attached to one-another and to their dreams. I want some.