at last and finally i hope i have done with the kitschy-daisy borders. thanks to r. for penetrating my fog and asking the pertinent question: how long? no matter why. i can't even say, but i feel grateful for any relief from my random attachments and automatic devices. 
today a glory of light envelops the land and the critters are amazed and ambivalent. they can't help think what it means, even if more or less permanently distracted. i stepped into the bus stop to give my anti-war friend a save the midway card and commented on his grandson being absorbed in his gameboy and part of the textus anthropithecus generation which obomba and the polsky's and the university of chicago slather over in a frenzy of land grabbing exploitation masquerading as development. speaking with a friend from u.c. about the tech revolution i got downhearted and said at a certain level of money and power all these individuals and families and universities and corporations, all the uber-predators become one scourge that will own and develop everything, controlling our very attention with ever more seductive personal technological devices that act as leashes for our essential being, the people we are deep inside still crying for freedom and green space and silence and natural dark. we are in a grid and we are locked in their devices through our own. we are prisoners of virtuality deluded that the next app and the newly generated device will set us free.