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	<description>what we do is secret</description>
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		<title>on armature</title>
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When an idea bubbles up, repeating in a daydream fantasy and then it seeps into your night dreams, you don’t ignore the message. You can’t ignore the message. I was trying to place it, to figure out what has jogged this sudden urge for bone, gristle and strength and exposure. ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2010/02/on-armature/</link>
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		<title>on missing the one thing to make it function</title>
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One Friday, I was riding the train. I was on my way to a sort of blind date. On the way, there was a man on the subway who caught my eye, not an uncommon occurrence in this city filled with with comely people. This time, though, it seems I ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/12/on-missing-the-one-thing-to-make-it-function/</link>
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		<title>on paucity</title>
		<description>
State Hospital Interior - Ed Kienholz, 1966

Before I left to go home, before I had to face the depression that has settled over my family, I had profuse and troubling dreams. Nights on night, I woke in a sweat. My shirt so wet I had to change it. My anxiety ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/12/on-paucity/</link>
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		<title>on presence</title>
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My cat has been unreasonably whiny since we relocated to our new and much larger place. I figured that she would get over crying for hours every morning at the door or at me in the shower, cooking, sleeping. But it’s been months and she is still crying. Ever the ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/11/on-presence/</link>
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		<title>on commuting</title>
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on the train to work, it was a slow and quiet commute. i think i left earlier than usual. the train was swaying and it was seemingly in time with the soft music i was listening to. i was still groggy and sleep was still hovering over me. i watched ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/10/on-commuting/</link>
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		<title>On fragility</title>
		<description> 
via Percy DeSaint

I get the call finally. I am with some one I like. I am enjoying the company. I am enjoying the bliss of not knowing. I enjoying the getting to knowing. In one early morning phone call, with the simple words, it all shifts to not meaning ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/09/on-fragility/</link>
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		<title>on violation or how manhattan fucked me twice in a month</title>
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On violation

 

When you live in a city like New York, you certainly don’t expect that much in the way of real privacy. You expect city privacy. When you are upset on the subway, most people will leave you be. When you are changing in your window, people will look ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/09/on-violatio-or-how-manhatten-fucked-me-twice-in-a-month/</link>
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		<title>stats 09/02/09</title>
		<description>seems like a good time to resume this project, but maybe with slightly different metrics and codes.

139 minutes spent procrastinating and looking at pictures online of people that are better left out of my mind.

ran 5.13 miles

been drying out a bit since there is nothing non alcoholic to drink in ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/09/stats-090209/</link>
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		<title>on the searchable life</title>
		<description>why are the results returning 1-20 of hundreds? It hasn't been that long. Or its always been. </description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/07/on-the-searchable-life/</link>
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		<title>a formal feeling comes</title>
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Now. There's been some space. My fear has subsided, my guilt is transformed into anger and that anger dissipated into disappointment. 

A man followed me into my apartment vestibule early Sunday morning. The front door had been broken and hadn't been locking properly for months. It works now, but that ...</description>
		<link>http://whatwedoissecret.info/2009/07/a-formal-feeling-comes/</link>
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