OK, maybe not, but let’s try this.
I’ve been trying to figure out how Pinterest could complement this website. We’ve kicked it around and ended up speechless. Which is appropriate. See below.
I was asking the wrong question. And since I slid into Pinterest this week I can see that it is a silence generator. It’s an iconic language. It’s a place to let images wash over my axons and dendrites and pineal gland in a way to stimulate existence just like words, but without words.
So to fully embrace irony, I have now written a blog post about what Pinterest does for me.
And what better initial winding path in a field to meander along than steampunk:
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