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Comment on Reflections on Methodology by bubble shooter

bubble shooter — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 04:22:03 +0000

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Comment on it came of its own accord. accordingly, it came into its own. by tunabananas

tunabananas — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 06:03:39 +0000

been in the process of a redesign- thanks for visiting

Comment on reflections on writing a digital ethnography by Mary Stokrocki

Mary Stokrocki — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 17:26:07 +0000

JENNY, your virtual campfire is very inviting and feminist and you did situate your ideal philosophy with autographic confessions.Why do you say – the Singularity approacheth when the Multitudinous is really what social networking implies. Ethnography demands at least 3 opinions (triangulation). I am doing digital ethnography with my students and I have been doing ethnographic research for over 30 years–it “opens you eyes and heart” to other ways of living and thinking.” Keep up the good work. Mary

Comment on it came of its own accord. accordingly, it came into its own. by Michael Smith

Michael Smith — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 04:46:28 +0000

I’m so interested in reading your articles but the colors are killing me. Please consider a change. Love the content and thanks.

Comment on i am sitting in a tree, by The furnace and air conditioning repair guy

The furnace and air conditioning repair guy — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 21:56:26 +0000

“home is where the heart is, which is to say, where you are.”

And you never have to travel far, to see a glimpse of the mighty or the weak;
Never has nor ever gained, yet the richest are here content

Comment on i am sitting in a tree, by chular

chular — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 08:26:00 +0000

In Humboldt County, there resides a tree.
Unnoticed by many but glorious to me. It sits on the campus of the state university.
Shaped like the fungus, found under the full moon light. As I ingest the cyansis. My eyes become mushroom bright. Standing on the cap under full moon light.
Up on the tower I look down below. Wrapped in the fog, colder than snow.
I walk to the pink house, my shadow in tow. In passing the rite-aid I ponder the hole.
I remember the night psychedelics got the best of me. When a woman in tears entered the pink house with a bloody knee.
As I come to her aid with and bandage the wound, as certain as death the deja vu crept soon.
Up till then sober, I be. Then came the moment she threw her purse at me. Straight through the window, broken glass flew. Onto the floor and then I knew…
It was not bunk. Quite strong in fact. Those paper doses put me on my ass.
If only I was T.C. I may have avoided such mayhem.
When a raging bulls breath was sucked away from him.
As he fell to the ground. Silence was found except for the snap. That impeded the Mr. Leach sound.
Zertuche cut in with a Samhain like grin. “where to bury the body?” as was ever so him.
At that moment I new. This was not a dream. An evil concoction of LSD and humboldt green.
When morning rose and I walked to street G. Only the birds were awake to speak to me. Except in the distance I could see a man up the way. Or maybe I was blind and the patcholi, just lead the way.

wherever i’m at.. i am not me….

Comment on love to the point of breaking. by video

video — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 01:22:57 +0000

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Comment on i heart future folk records! by Song Menifee

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Comment on reflections on writing a digital ethnography by Melynda Fiorenza

Melynda Fiorenza — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 19:46:15 +0000

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Comment on love to the point of breaking. by Jason L.

Jason L. — Fri, 28 May 2010 04:13:50 +0000

We should never give up on finding a utopia .

An ointment without any flies is long overdue .

Single-mindedness is the key of course .
Avoiding what William Stafford called

‘the small betrayal in the mind the shrug that lets the fragile sequence break ‘ .