When the site suffered its cataclysmic disappearance, I went into a period of mourning, and the only thoughts being given to new posts was the concept of a eulogy for all those things that I had written of which I was terribly fond and attempting to come to terms with the fact that they were gone. My initial notion was that I’d wax poetic about the half-remembered ideas that were gone forever.

Now that the site is back, my eulogy is worthless. However, in the interests of my monumental ego, I’ve decided that I’ll just supply links to those posts that I was lamenting the demise of the most. So, in a gross display of horn-tooting, I present in lieu of eulogy - finite jester’s favorite pieces. God I’m self absorbed.

the rites of spring: this one cracks me up, for reasons that very few people will ever possibly get . . . when I originally wrote it, I almost included a note saying that I was tempted to put The Doors “Horse Latitudes” in there as the audio track, and offering some sort of fabulous prize for anyone who could tell me two of the reasons I would consider that terribly funny.

some kind of beatnik thing: honestly, I just love this piece, for me it’s close to a perfect example of the mix of melancholy and mirth that defines me.

choose wisely it’s your reality: out of all the little ’slices of life’ that have inspired my posts, the moment that provided the impetus for this is among my favorites.

this keeps happening: this is where I actually typed out the phrase “You’ve got to have a thesis for the earth school, and you’d better engaged in an endless process of refining it” which has long stood as a principle concern of my life.

don’t worry it’s only art: this is the highest I’ve ever climbed onto that symbolic soap-box of stating that I have some kind of idea as to what we as humans need to be engaging in with our lives, and in a post that is nothing but a stroking of my own ego, it needs inclusion.

tonight . . . the meaning of life!: I just really really like this poem.

philosophy I: this was written while I was extremely drunk, I seriously woke up the next morning and had to go back to see if it made any sense at all. I happen to think it makes perfect sense, (not that I’m in any position to comment on what makes sense) and the moment that inspired it, namely the statement about building more prayer wheels, was so honestly, joyfully, beautifully funny, that I can’t help but smile as I attempt to remember the conversation from which it sprang.

So there you go . . . since I know you were all chomping at the bit to know what seven posts were haunting my mind when I was faced with the prospect of never seeing them again, now you have the answer. And I’ve learned a valuable lesson; that I need to find more appropriate outlets for my ego? No. Everything on the site has since been saved in a couple of different locations, so that should a disaster befall us again, we can rebuild.

Ok, now that my need to write a eulogy has been fulfilled, I should be back creating new stuff to distract, amuse, and perhaps perplex y’all any moment now. The problem is that I’m currently working on another long paper for school, for which I’m giving entirely to much thought to The Wizard of Oz and the culture of commodity that is our lot as citizens of the modern world. Essentially, I’m in the process of damaging my brain by reading far too much into things, and having fun as it goes. Sorry about the clip show, haha.

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