update? and the poetry of SPAM

I've falled out of the blog habit again. I think partly it's because I have so many other blogs/journals (as part of the other sites I'm on) that I forget to take the extra effort to blog here. Besides, I don't think anyone actually reads these, except Alex, and then only to censor the media.

I never wrote about my relaxing 4th of July trip to Florida, or about yesterday's smoke fiasco, or my exciting upcoming trip to NYC. Deal with it.

To change topics, e-mail spam used to be crass and embarrassing to open ("enlarge your penis by 30%" or "hot young chicks want to f*** you all night"). But the "new spam" is intruiging, almost poetic. If I ever used drugs, it would be a lot of fun to read it on a high.

I've added line breaks for effect, the punctuation is original. It is called "sole purpoise," enjoy:

pawn an shutter a!
sheen the holy that nippy calcium
geologist faucet was dork odor
advance willfully a wares topic
sentence of courageous hurrah
the evangelist pay phone.
uncommon the cave with score was yes
populace that conspicuous icebox
incorrigible afflict pagoda,
a surf stifling of reliance,
as refill

There was of course much more to this particular poem. In a few hundred years when technological architects (or perhaps aliens) dig up archived email, they will find mostly spam (as it probably outnumbers normal email) and they will try to decipher what they say. They will be baffled how we were able to communicate and build technology since we never rose above gibberish. Or maybe they'll assign new meaning to words and think that language must've really evolved.