Cubicle Life, the End
I’ve sworn off cubicle life sitting in front of a screen. Many emails mean I have to stay up late studying spreadsheets of a growing predicament, my destiny to telecommute, weekend from home. I’ve sworn off cubicle life in a windowless room tracing a mouse across the horizon of my desktop, menu bars bloom instant messages, the person on the other side of […]
Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (11)
I rendezvous with my online dates at either one of two places. The first is near Lake Merritt in Oakland, which provides ample time to sniff each other out and offers enough café choices should we wish to postpone our good-byes. If not, we’ve gotten exercise, and for a short while, can pretend to be […]
Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (9)
One evening as I was minding my own email, an online dating site informed me that I had a message. I clicked a link from successfulman56 and read, “Hello beautiful.” Anyone who calls me beautiful gets my immediate attention. He went on, “You are the perfect definition of beauty and I would like to know the secret behind […]
Changelings in a World of Broken
Beneath a drone of airplanes, I hear the chant of clouds drift across the top of apartment buildings singing songs to glass skylights and satellite dishes; crows gathering on telephone wires. Many years before this time, I was a girl handing out leaflets, fingers greasy from mimeo machines in every storefront where changelings of my […]
Email to Ann on Data Security Week
Data security week, I celebrate by taking my computer to lunch
Double-take
A computer is the last place to look for the Holocaust.
Regular Expression
Every time I parse HTML with a regular expression, an unholy child weeps the blood of virgins. An open cloud conspiracy digitizes my last matched string. This gets me in my gut. What can I do? I follow my metronome. Code and space. Code and space. During the day, I work as a factory hand. […]
Note to Google: Honey, Not Tonight. I Have a Headache…
Don’t get me wrong. If I need to find something on the Internet, I know how to type a few keywords inside a search box. But remember those almost bygone linear search days when all we had to do was to scan a list of blue links and choose one or two or maybe three? […]
Notes in the Margin: Poetry in the Information Age
There always have been different “schools’ of poetry, Surrealists, Futurists, Modernists, PostModernists, Language poets. Where are the Technologists? Read my essay on the subject with references to poems by Nina Serrano, William Dickey, Walter Lowenfels, Harryette Mullen, and others. Cheers! Go there now.
To My Dead Namesake
To My Dead Namesake To the dead Lenore who always appears on the same Google page, an interloper who comes up in search results by virtue of our identical names, twinned on the Internet, the two Lenore’s, one a writer, the other a Route 66 historian, the first woman to receive the John Steinbeck Award for […]