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 <p>Technology has utterly changed the ways in which we interact with ourselves, society, and nature. Ways of thinking and collaborating thought all-but-impossible less than a generation ago have become commonplace, even necessary, in the Internet age. <em>Autocento of the breakfast table</em> is an attempt to leverage the power of the Internet to capture the <a href="about_author.html">author</a>’s inspiration, composition, and revision processes all at one time, through a linked hypertext.</p>
 <p>As a website, <em>Autocento of the breakfast table</em> is at first enigmatic. The reader is unable to merely consume the text; they must actively interact with it—by clicking links, in this case—in order to create a meaning. In doing so, the reader empathetically engages with the author’s published self, journeying with the author or around the author to create a text that is utterly unique to the moment it’s being read. In a sense, the reader is not merely a reader, but a user of the text in front of them: they can get as much or as little from it as they are willing.</p>
-<p>The Internet is the perfect medium for a text like <em>Autocento of the breakfast table</em>. Scott Rosenberg, in his essay “[Will Deep Links Ever Truly Be Deep?][]” on Medium, notes that “originally, the exact purpose of links was” to make “conceptual links” and connect “disparate thoughts” across a democratic space—the Web. The Web, envisioned this way, removes the arbitrary structuring of page order, publishing imprints, and temporality that print technology is bounded by. With a Web-like platform, ideas can live of themselves, by themselves, and for themselves: instead of ordering ideas by some value system, we can organically link them together by similarities.</p>
-<p>The ideas that <em>Autocento of the breakfast table</em> works with and links together are the [<em>hapax legomenon</em>][], or “something said only once,” and the <em>cento</em>, or “patchwork garment.” These two ideas are held in a kind of balance when expanded to the scale of a poem: while every word has necessarily been said before, every thought unoriginal, the author can hope to arrange these unoriginal thoughts into their own shapes. To put it another way, we’re all making pots out of the same clay, but each one is irrevocably ours. The cento of <em>Autocento of the breakfast table</em> is the project itself, in its entirety; I am a composite of everything I’ve done.</p>
+<p>The Internet is the perfect medium for a text like <em>Autocento of the breakfast table</em>. Scott Rosenberg, in his essay “<a href="https://medium.com/backchannel/the-failed-promise-of-deep-links-aa307b3abaa5">Will Deep Links Ever Truly Be Deep?</a>” on Medium, notes that “originally, the exact purpose of links was” to make “conceptual links” and connect “disparate thoughts” across a democratic space—the Web. The Web, envisioned this way, removes the arbitrary structuring of page order, publishing imprints, and temporality that print technology is bounded by. With a Web-like platform, ideas can live of themselves, by themselves, and for themselves: instead of ordering ideas by some value system, we can organically link them together by similarities.</p>
+<p>The ideas that <em>Autocento of the breakfast table</em> works with and links together are the <a href="hapax.html"><em>hapax legomenon</em></a>, or “something said only once,” and the <em>cento</em>, or “patchwork garment.” These two ideas are held in a kind of balance when expanded to the scale of a poem: while every word has necessarily been said before, every thought unoriginal, the author can hope to arrange these unoriginal thoughts into their own shapes. To put it another way, we’re all making pots out of the same clay, but each one is irrevocably ours. The cento of <em>Autocento of the breakfast table</em> is the project itself, in its entirety; I am a composite of everything I’ve done.</p>
 <p><em>Case Duckworth</em> <em>Flagstaff, 2015</em></p>
-<p>[Will Deep Links Ever Truly Be Deep?]: [<em>hapax legomenon</em>]: hapax.html</p>
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@@ -34,5 +34,5 @@ _Case Duckworth_
 _Flagstaff, 2015_
 
 [author]: about_author.html
-[Will Deep Links Ever Truly Be Deep?]:
+[Will Deep Links Ever Truly Be Deep?]: https://medium.com/backchannel/the-failed-promise-of-deep-links-aa307b3abaa5
 [_hapax legomenon_]: hapax.html
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-<p><span class="line">Dimly remembered celebrity chefs shuffle</span><span class="line">down the cold and darkened highways of the heart.</span><span class="line">They are the last personality left. They are [the meek</span><span class="line">who inherited the heart]<a href="http://biblehub.com/matthew/5-5.htm">meek</a>, what was left of it.</span></p>
+<p><span class="line">Dimly remembered celebrity chefs shuffle</span><span class="line">down the cold and darkened highways of the heart.</span><span class="line">They are the last personality left. They are the meek</span><span class="line"><a href="http://biblehub.com/matthew/5-5.htm">who inherited the heart</a>, what was left of it.</span></p>
 <p><span class="line">Without food to cook in new or exciting ways</span><span class="line">nor audience to gasp and cackle, the chefs</span><span class="line">of the heart quietly waste away while staring</span><span class="line">doe-eyed into now-empty Safeway windows</span><span class="line">checking under the dusty produce shelves</span><span class="line">for something they pray the <a href="in-bed.html">rats</a> haven’t found yet.</span></p>
 <p><span class="line">Years ago, the economy of the heart boomed</span><span class="line">and there was food everywhere. Produce</span><span class="line">piled high in pyramids of devotion, meat in</span><span class="line">gilded glass cases opulent under fluorescence,</span><span class="line">dairy which ran like the <a href="music-433.html">mythical river</a> toward</span><span class="line">cereals hot and cold. Under it all, thrumming</span><span class="line">like great stone wheels on sand under a hot sun</span><span class="line">near a river where reeds sang in the wind</span><span class="line">the heart produced and gave reward for hard labor.</span></p>
-<p><span class="line">No one knows when it all ended. No one can say</span><span class="line">if it was the heart that dried up or the heart’s supply.</span><span class="line">Either way, food of the heart became scarcer and scarcer.</span><span class="line">People began dying, not of starvation</span><span class="line">but of a certain facial expression that could only</span><span class="line">be described as desperation. Now</span><span class="line">all that are left are the celebrity chefs, last bastion</span><span class="line">of a once mighty empire of the [heart</span><span class="line">are reduced to husks]<a href="sense-of-it.html">heart</a> blown dry by wind.</span></p>
+<p><span class="line">No one knows when it all ended. No one can say</span><span class="line">if it was the heart that dried up or the heart’s supply.</span><span class="line">Either way, food of the heart became scarcer and scarcer.</span><span class="line">People began dying, not of starvation</span><span class="line">but of a certain facial expression that could only</span><span class="line">be described as desperation. Now</span><span class="line">all that are left are the celebrity chefs, last bastion</span><span class="line">of a once mighty empire of the heart</span><span class="line"><a href="sense-of-it.html">are reduced to husks</a> blown dry by wind.</span></p>
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 | Dimly remembered celebrity chefs shuffle
 | down the cold and darkened highways of the heart.
-| They are the last personality left.  They are [the meek
-| who inherited the heart][meek], what was left of it.\
+| They are the last personality left.  They are the meek
+| [who inherited the heart][meek], what was left of it.\
 
 | Without food to cook in new or exciting ways
 | nor audience to gasp and cackle, the chefs
@@ -50,8 +50,8 @@ project:
 | but of a certain facial expression that could only
 | be described as desperation.  Now
 | all that are left are the celebrity chefs, last bastion
-| of a once mighty empire of the [heart
-| are reduced to husks][heart] blown dry by wind.
+| of a once mighty empire of the heart
+| [are reduced to husks][heart] blown dry by wind.
 
 [meek]: http://biblehub.com/matthew/5-5.htm
 [rats]: in-bed.html