You, Me, and the Lamppost


We all know the real cool info to absorb isn't in newspapers or on tv or through other mainstream media, but rather it is found taped on lightposts at streetcorners in the wee hours of the night. Or tacked on the doorframe at Taco Bell. Or is the scrap of paper you found stuck on the bottom of your shoe. Or in zines. Or ... here.

This is just going to be a giant tackboard of information -- eflyers as I like to think of them. Clicking will be like stopping and reading that sticker on the bottom of the light post or whatever. ('Cept no graphics here, cuz it will probably get crowded.) For more details on the stuff here, jump to the bottom. Else, stop and read.




FINE PRINT: Yeah, it's jumbled, but you know how the layers of flyers pile up on telephone poles and kiosks...
* Hey, I want this section to be relatively (?) low-maintenance (for me, that is!), so who knows what will go on. Some stuff will point to entire index pages for online zines (analogous to the drop-off piles of zines at cool bookstores) while others will point to a short, ranting, seemingless pointless passage (like those weird anonymous xerox babble-sheets you find stuck on trees and stuff). You never know.
* I will try to refrain from time-sensitive info (like event announcements -- though I am considering another section for this option -- please give your thoughts). I don't want to keep piling stuff here on my server, but would rather you gave me a short one-liner with a URL to someplace you have the info (hint: URLs can point to a readme.txt on a plain ol' FTP site).
If you need a place to put it, we can talk, okay? In an ideal eworld, I would set up a magic server where anyone could just magically post anything, just like the lamppost, but better. But I don't have the diskspace, time, resources, knowhow, etc. Someday maybe -- or someone else do it and let me know. Gotta be pretty brave though, I suppose. Free speech of that purity scares a lot of folks on the net. (Oh boy, I would love to have what I need to do it...evil laugh, visions of grants, donations, and fellowships. Fades out, daydreaming: "hmmm, just a write-able anonymous ftp directory, HTML form, or special email account, they send a .html, it automatically is on the server -- on the web, no administration .. .. . .")
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uwi