the goods are up for the wreckage to see

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What's wrong with this picture? WTF are my GLASSES? I need some more coffee. I need to find that hole in the ground so I don't try to put pants on it. I want to just mystically KNOW the contents of all these cables so I do not have to keep reminding myself of my decades of documentary supremacy... they were all back when I had plenty of candlepower to spare on shit that was vital to someone and sometimes even interesting to me... but it wasn't time well spent, despite the fame it was attracting. And, dammit, have I ever mentioned that I loathe the name "Wikileaks"? I do. I have never liked it, even if I love it, itself. And, being as I am so well-trained in the assimilation of oceans of actual documents, I find myself swimming in cybertude... or, well, when I say "swimming" you gotta know what it stands for: sinking. I float reliably between one and two feet below the surface. This makes my swimming a tragedy... and probably why salt water and very shallow fresh water are far more attractive to me than, say, LAKES. I'm telling you that despite the pleasing lack of chaos in online documents, they mess with my way of grasping things. Everything lives in space in my brain. There is a physical location attached to it. For instance, even after a couple decades I could probably walk into the library at UC Berkeley and go immediately to the slim volume wherein I learned of the specific carcinogenicity of benzidine. I could find you the one page in thousands that happens to mention that the use of the word "cunits" replaces the term "board feet" so as to standardize all disclosures into meaninglessness. I could find you the scrap of paper in a warehouse where the insufficiency of weatherproofing in a major airport was documented the most impeccably, the most damningly. When every scrap is on one page, despite the seeming advantage of a link, I'm just pathetic. And I'm wondering if there really are people who can review this stuff in this format and make something HAPPEN the way I reviewed all that stuff and made something HAPPEN for so long, or if it's all now just the show of having stuff upon which those of yesteryear would have made something HAPPEN....

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Even though I cannot see, I think I already have a real fondness for THIS.

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HUNNERTS OF WIKILEAKS MIRRORS....

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love, 99
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