Some people -- some friends -- are going to ask why I left a particular anti-spam mailing list after eleven and a half years, and what that means.

Here's a bit of a timeline:

"You're trying to fit reputation policy -- which is a sociopolitical issue -- into a technical standard. A peg of infinite dimensions into a hole of intentionally finite dimensions. The likelihood that it'll fit is infinitely small."

I've said similar things many times in the past, but never this well.

I have not come to consume today
let time pass all tongues unchewed,
put memory out of the room today
forgetfulness no longer rude.

there is nothing left to consume today
these fanciful flights run anew,
no sticking magnetic boom today
words don't stop on their way through.

I have no intent to consume today
no stopwatch ticks hungrily past,
and as I drive through rain's sun-stopping gloom today
I realize I'm consuming gas.