Category Archives: Website

A website considered as a whole. The website may contain lots of art but isn’t itself necessarily a work of art. A category to fit lots of things in!

Submission No. 50

[ Whoa! Number 50! Maybe a party to celebrate? No, way too soon. We’ll wait for 100. — ed. ] How about this? In a Mood? Call Center Agents Can Tell. by Natasha Singer The New York Times Sunday, October

Submission No. 50

[ Whoa! Number 50! Maybe a party to celebrate? No, way too soon. We’ll wait for 100. — ed. ] How about this? In a Mood? Call Center Agents Can Tell. by Natasha Singer The New York Times Sunday, October

Submission No. 42

From Miriam: This week I went to an open meeting. A group of people got together to brainstorm about how to help people age with strength and health and how to help those already elderly to thrive. We met at

Submission No. 42

From Miriam: This week I went to an open meeting. A group of people got together to brainstorm about how to help people age with strength and health and how to help those already elderly to thrive. We met at

from Patternity -- tentacle twists

Submission No. 23

http://www.patternity.co.uk/ (Yes, Tom, the whole website. — Miriam) So you have sent me a link, simply the link itself in the stripped-down courier font of this edit post mode — and told me to riff on it. So I go

from Patternity -- tentacle twists

Submission No. 23

http://www.patternity.co.uk/ (Yes, Tom, the whole website. — Miriam) So you have sent me a link, simply the link itself in the stripped-down courier font of this edit post mode — and told me to riff on it. So I go

Museum der Dinge / Museum of Things

Submission No. 3

Things. Things things things things things  things things things things things things things. I detest them. They accumulate around me endlessly. They fill archeological digs. They poke out of the moist/dry black/red/brown soil. (I close my eyes and I see the future.

Museum der Dinge / Museum of Things

Submission No. 3

Things. Things things things things things  things things things things things things things. I detest them. They accumulate around me endlessly. They fill archeological digs. They poke out of the moist/dry black/red/brown soil. (I close my eyes and I see the future.