nascent doubts...

...largely to do with the crapness of my computer. because, you see, writing is a thing to be done late at night. and our house currently contains one crap computer, and one good computer. the good one is in n's room, which more or less precludes late night journal entries. the crap one (which i love dearly, and swapped for a nougat bar) is in my room, and reguarly stops working because of a 'type 3 error' or the lack of a floating processor. whatever the fuck that is.

so it may be that this website will be a continual display of my lack of motivation to learn the intricacies of a)my computer, and b)html. or even the basics of a) and b), come to that.

anyway. maybe i'll substitute hideous, unnecessary openess for nice layout. still considering that one. we'll see...

notes on context:
* i'm typing this because i can't be fucked watching the matrix reloaded. for some reason this movie has come to symbolise almost everything that's wrong with the world right now, from objectification of women to pseudo-christian leftovers, taking in a whole heap of stuff in between that includes cultural patronisation and the overvaluing of individual action.

* partly i'm writing this because my house is interesting right now, with e & n (current housemates) working out 'issues'. and of course i've got a whole heap of my own issues too, but i've got a new bicycle, too, so i feel fine.

* words i like:
velocipede
palimpsest

* incidentally:
did you know that 'matrix' comes from the word for womb? relations to 'maternal' and 'matricide' and so on and so forth.