emar's paraterranean zone 

  "What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what
cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me
that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowdi
and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in
own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it
God, or who, that lifts this arm?" 

    -- Moby-Dick; or, the Whale (1851)

Intimate Reflections on the Intimate Journal of Henri-Frédéric Amiel

Regular Phlog Entries 

[03-27-2019] On Libre Software

[02-05-2019] On Brevity

[01-31-2019] On Cenobytes

[12-21-2018] On Technorealism, Alvin Toffler, and the Forgotten Third Wave

[07-15-2018] On Connection Speeds and Appropriate Technology