The Budafoki what now?

In an office I used to work, a productivity tracking software would start logging downtime after a certain interval of screen inactivity; if, say, you were staring out the window while you should be working. This missing time would then have to be manually “amended”, i.e. justified, to count toward your work hours.

The Budafoki Amended, then, means time spent staring out the windows of an office complex on Budafoki Road; or, amending (i.e. justifying) the time lost working.

(Also see: stowaway creatives across Phantom Timezones)

e̶͇̤̠͋̂̆̃̀ͅm̶̰͖̲͇̝̾̿͑͂̒͆̅͘͜p̵̹̖̪͎̠͕̓̀̂̑̑͠͠t̷̹̯͐̇̔̈́̐͘̕͠i̵͍̭͉͔̳̬̼̤̘̎̀̃n̶̨̡̡̛̰͍̟͓͙͓̓̇̄̊͊̏͂̈͘e̵̡̡̺͎̖͙̱̝̺͉̋̀s̶̢̱̪̉͒s̴͈̩͕̝̹͉̒̂̾͂̉͆̇̕̚͝

“e̶͇̤̠͋̂̆̃̀ͅm̶̰͖̲͇̝̾̿͑͂̒͆̅͘͜p̵̹̖̪͎̠͕̓̀̂̑̑͠͠t̷̹̯͐̇̔̈́̐͘̕͠i̵͍̭͉͔̳̬̼̤̘̎̀̃n̶̨̡̡̛̰͍̟͓͙͓̓̇̄̊͊̏͂̈͘e̵̡̡̺͎̖͙̱̝̺͉̋̀s̶̢̱̪̉͒s̴͈̩͕̝̹͉̒̂̾͂̉͆̇̕̚͝ is a creative receptacle (…) A flat handle is not seen as raw or poorly crafted,” Hara explained. “On the contrary, its perfect plainness is meant to say, ‘You can use me whichever way suits your skills.” (link)

(Found on Sentiers)

That’s all I can come up for a theme for this blog.  The churn of modelling expectations and measuring up can precipitate an experience of void. Versus that, the void of theta state receptivity and free play, i.e. an e̶͇̤̠͋̂̆̃̀ͅm̶̰͖̲͇̝̾̿͑͂̒͆̅͘͜p̵̹̖̪͎̠͕̓̀̂̑̑͠͠t̷̹̯͐̇̔̈́̐͘̕͠i̵͍̭͉͔̳̬̼̤̘̎̀̃n̶̨̡̡̛̰͍̟͓͙͓̓̇̄̊͊̏͂̈͘e̵̡̡̺͎̖͙̱̝̺͉̋̀s̶̢̱̪̉͒s̴͈̩͕̝̹͉̒̂̾͂̉͆̇̕̚͝— a flat handle.

I do essays, genre fiction, and whatever comes along.

Too Many Semicolons

Yes, I know what Vonnegut said. I still like him. I like semicolons because they transit between things; they mark a place where meaning lives. The uninvited ideas pushing towards the office keyboard; the quiet cafe after work. Or the hyphen: engineer-novelist. Prose-poem. Discontinuity fused. And the em dash: a harpoon flung across the sentence —the point of blogging is to capture breakaway meanings— or towards a conclusive pay-off. And whatever happens in an ellipsis anyway?

I like semicolons and I read The Punctuation Guide for fun. Don’t get me started on paragraph signs and how they corral blobs of time into micro-topographies of purpose.

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Always Begin Again

Figure out what matters; map the spaces it stalks; weaponize your time segments; always begin again—

And always accelerate. ~ ~ [ [ rewind<< ] ] ~ ~

entomologist

the light show man
put a pin through my heart
and now I'm crumpled and mute
between the pages
of
his
book

So this is emptiness. I didn’t think that’s where I was headed when I picked emptiness as my theme. Didn’t know how much of it there was. Time is a wasteland. No more future to retreat to. Rewind, always rewind.

Didn’t know I was headed to Iceland even though you had told me. And then here I was. Didn’t even have to look for the spot. But that’s how it works, isnt it? The pull of the phantom timezone. It all makes sense now — I went back to the focal point pages and looked at the questions. I guess I did always have the answers. And yes, I suppose I should thank you, you and the entomologist and all the rest. The eyes though I woke up in the middle of the night and they were all there around my bed still there still looking at me