In Palinode's Palace: rapid city

Friday, June 25, 2004

rapid city

My God. Is this a computer? Am I on the inter-net? Am I actually typing? I've spent the last week in a third world country, a pre-technological wasteland where grim savages patrol an empty land in armoured vehicles, receiving what meagre money they make from travellers who've come to see the gigantic Easter Island-like grotesques these people have erected to their ancient gods. They call this land South Dakota.

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Well, look at you. You're here. That means you've got a personal computer and an internet connection. Is it the twenty-first century already? For more information, read about me. Or try Wikipedia.

First-time visitors will have no idea what this site is about. Neither do I. When I started keeping a weblog I went out of my way to make it cryptic and inaccessible, the notion being that only the dedicated would stick it out. This notion works for high modernist literature but not for some guy with a blog. I decided to entertain and amuse instead of frustrate and discourage. I still do not know what my site is about.

If you'd like to communicate but feel uncomfortable leaving a comment - for example, you want to tell me that I write like a much less hairy person, or that you have nothing against short people, but why do they have to flaunt it? - please email me at: palinode @ gmail . com.

If you have a question that you wish to have answered on my site, you can ask me at: askpalinode @ gmail . com. I invite you to read the Frequently Asked Questions page on the subject. Nobody ever asks me any of the FAQs, but I've heard from business leaders that people like them. And I want to be a business leader. I want it so bad.