"Quiet! I'm trying to finish my zen circle".

Ask Shashi how this zen circle magically drew itself while Hilary lay on the floor of the lab at 12:45 pm feeling her bracelet.

One wonders if the same phenomenon will work on my students' papers.

What is it about a computer screen after hours that makes people evolve verbal tics and pant about word choice to their absent students?

Ever since she first encountered the palace at 4am in an architectural theory book her mind redrew the palace wherever she looked.

Everything: now 20% more confusing.

"and ton-i-i-ght, it's just me and the toolbar": Hilary campily sang. It was a natural outcome of having heard the phrase it's like the song goes too many times.

What's this?:

Yes, this is an array: an array of error messages .

"So I'm taking the English department digital camera with me to Brazil", said Vicki, which made me seethe because I am not allowed to take that camera to floor 1.

"And I noticed all of these photos of like"--

"pylons. For a second I was like, what is Ovais doing with the CLA website? And then I started to suspect".

so there she was doing the usual again /

with the zip drive functioning as a hair tie holder.

...

Unwilling to append and I spend the night in a design lab to her self-description at this time, Hilary made up a new CSS style called "drunk margins".

He gnawed on her like a crust of bread.
The percolator chanted/ soap decanted/ the
sea creatures flickered and died.

this line is under construction.
Her feet scratched a blue note to the beat of her sobs on the floor.

# :

snowy night before thanksgiving in the car.

filter="alpha(opacity="+ieop+")" :

Light and particles absorbed by readme.txt.

off on a technicality

frozen java

So the people have to click on the content to make it change, sighed Hilary. Is that such a crime?

low country.

...

It took nothing more than a momentary encounter with Wavy Watermelon detangler to spark in Hilary the grand idea of using boys for sex.

woot!

Owain on 7/27.

the palace at 4 am

self-portrait.

dear Sarah,

If I ever got married on the weekend of July 15, people would be walking around my bachelor party wearing a t-shirt that says:


Is all.

may contain wheat

Idea for photoblog: wide-angle views of bathroom floors I have collapsed on.

"It was the groundbreaking debut of peer-reviewed articles onscreen".

The way things work:

the internet is a series of tubes

Hilary unlaced her muddy shoes on the front porch. One year ago she would even have come back after class to get dressed for tonight, but, this morning, what she had come back for is the green notebook full of pseudocode.

They washed off their feet with the garden hose. Hilary shook the leaves and twigs out of her hair and put away the cold bowl of sprouts, but the rest was silence.

...

"As I was returning from interviewing Faber, I took a shortcut through the tech lab and was startled, halfway through the darkened lab, to find Ryan McDougall {a communication specialist who works in the lab} working in Photoshop with all the lights in the lab turned off. When I asked him why the lights were out, he said that:

one. I don't know, maybe it helps me see the screen a little better. but two, it keeps people from bothering me trying to get into the lab."

Datacloud, "Interface Overflow:

release notes

"What are these images next to our schedule of research activities?"

"Placeholders."

"What are you going to replace them with?"

"Orange cones".

Pause. Notes shuffle.

"What size cones?"

sprawl

shuttling back and forth between floors 9 and 10, Hilary marveled at the number of prerequisites it takes to make coffee.

last night in the lab

The people were going home. Hilary untied the scarf from her zigzaggy hair and retied it around the zip drive. There, she said, unwrapping a pack of smarties to the tune of the most ancient prayer in the world.

an open letter: