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TAPKAE.com: 10 years on the interwebs!

2012 is here! It was just around the end of 2001 when the first live versions of TAPKAE.com were put up. I don't really have screenshots, but at first it was just a promo for the CD Receiving. Now instead of pitching the sale to all who enter my lair, I am able to offer the SoundCloud approach—all downloadable with liner notes and all, and the ability to comment on the audio itself. Nifty!

In the winter-spring of 2002, TAPKAE.com finally did appear in a pretty elaborate first incarnation, something that is rather embarrassing to think of now. But there you have it. Ten years of TAPKAE.com. It's moved from a pretty self indulgent promo for my recording to a pretty self indulgent record of my life and thoughts in a way I never ever anticipated. Consider it the full length version of my epitaph, suitable for those who are detail freaks.

Raison d'etre

I have found that the very feeling which has seemed to me most private, most personal, and hence most incomprehensible by others, has turned out to be an expression for which there is a resonance in many other people. It has led me to believe that what is most personal and unique in each one of us is probably the very element which would, if it were shared or expressed, speak most deeply to others.
—Carl Rogers

We may misunderstand, but we do not misexperience.
—Vine Deloria

Wednesday
Aug222007

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DateWednesday, August 22, 2007 at 11:59PM in , , , ,

a tabletop of tomatoes that were happy to jump off the plant and into my bowl today, just one day from being canned at work and feeling downHow nice it is to be greeted with this wonderful catch of the day...

Particularly on the day after I got fired from my job, ironically for doing my assigned work too well.

No shit. All these wonderful little tomatoes just about jumped off the plant and into my bowl at the new garden. It was existentially validating. Maybe I get shit at work for being not too this or too much that, but the tomatoes just are there, doing what they do, and they appreciate what little I have to offer them, then they are ready to eat, almost inexplicably. I actually had to thank them for helping me to get over the previous day's heartbreak. I'm not sure they help me pay my godawfully expensive rent, but they did make me feel like less of a discarded machine part than the day before. They were one of life's little miracles when I needed one.

This bunch of fruits are off the two plants we have—a Roma and a Big Boy variety. Each started slowly since we planted in April, but the plants got real hardy through the summer, sprawling out and reaching the fence and a few cages put up to meet their growing needs—all the while not showing any red fruit. Then leaves started dying off, making me think maybe I had messed this up too, but the fruits started showing up in force. Now we get this much every couple days. The jalapenos are turning up nicely too. I don't know why we got three plants of the stuff. Just one would keep us pretty set for a while.

Salsa anyone?

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