The murmur of the snarkmatrix…

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And We're Off…
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Robin and I ship out tomorrow to our respective stops in California (I’m going straight to Fresno; he’s making a week-long stop-off in Michigan before heading to Sacto). So Snarkmarket, a little dusty and unused these past couple weeks while we’ve been making our preparations to move, will continue to gather dust for a week or so more. I know it will be difficult for you to bear the continuing wait. But next time you hear from us, it’ll be from Californ-eye-ay. And we’ll be back with a vengeance. Promise.

August 14, 2004 / Uncategorized

7 comments

Boy have you guys had an exciting send-off! The good news: we survived our “evacuation” to Orlando (what was I thinking?!). The bad news: our house in Safety Harbor is off the market (before signing the contract, the sellers had a change of heart — we think they were planning to move to a mobile home park!). Can’t wait to hear how you guys are doing once you arrive in the land of … whatever 🙂

XOXOXO,

Julie

Tim says…

Belated snark is better than no snark at all. Bon voyage.

Robin says…

BTW, Snarkfans, this place is going to get totally overrun by spam in our absence. We’ll clean up when we get home, though.

Robin says…

And by “home” I mean, of course, back online w/ reliable Snarkmarket access. That’s kinda weird that I thought about it that way, isn’t it?

Dan says…

It’s a cliche, but its true:

Home is where the snark is.

Tim says…

A little dimestore Heidegger: “home” is where we’re “plugged in,” meaning surrounded by familiar, meaningful objects by means of which we can interact with the rest of the world. Ever since the telephone, if not before, our “world” is less our immediate environment than it is the totality of reference, the imagined space and practical connections that constitute our meaningful frames of action.

I remember once when I lived in Chicago, the power went out at 2 AM while I was typing a term paper. Plunged into complete darkness and silence, I felt thrown into the gaping maw of the nineteenth century. I took a book (Louis Menand’s _The Metaphysical Club_) and wandered the blocks. Finally I found a building with an outdoor gas lamp, and sat on the stoop, reading and watching the quiet streets, until a crane rolled down the street to fix the transformer and fill 55th St with light.

The city never seemed so strange, or so oddly beautiful.

‘Ello.

Could non-Poynter emails be provided for you young gentlemen? I have things of an Interweb nature I would like to chat about once your dust has settled.

The snarkmatrix awaits you

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