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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Go-Go Gadget Arms (for the first time)
So far, I've started this sentence, the first sentence, four different ways. On the first try it was, "In the morning..." but that wasn't quite right because it wasn't 'in the morning,' it was before I fell asleep.
The second time it was, "For some reason..." but that didn't sound right either. It wasn't for some reason, I had an idea of the reason.
The third time it was, "I have flashes of...". The third time was (almost) a charm. It was almost a charm because it was true, 'I have had flashes of...'. I have had flashes of words that would be very much in place here on this computer screen, or on yours, at this web address. The problem is that these words, these ideas that appear as words, appear at night but not just at night, at night as my eyes gain heaviness and eventually close, thus ushering in the conclusion of the day, or as it were, night. And with the computer downstairs and with me lacking Go-Go Gadget arms, I'm somewhat disinclined to go back down the aforementioned stairs and set the words to the keyboard, set the words to the screen.
The night is late now and it doesn't seem as though there are many words left. I think they've packed up, wandered home to their word home and tucked in for the night. There are a few stragglers hanging on behind, hanging around long enough to be captured by my fingers here on the board but now they too are
The second time it was, "For some reason..." but that didn't sound right either. It wasn't for some reason, I had an idea of the reason.
The third time it was, "I have flashes of...". The third time was (almost) a charm. It was almost a charm because it was true, 'I have had flashes of...'. I have had flashes of words that would be very much in place here on this computer screen, or on yours, at this web address. The problem is that these words, these ideas that appear as words, appear at night but not just at night, at night as my eyes gain heaviness and eventually close, thus ushering in the conclusion of the day, or as it were, night. And with the computer downstairs and with me lacking Go-Go Gadget arms, I'm somewhat disinclined to go back down the aforementioned stairs and set the words to the keyboard, set the words to the screen.
The night is late now and it doesn't seem as though there are many words left. I think they've packed up, wandered home to their word home and tucked in for the night. There are a few stragglers hanging on behind, hanging around long enough to be captured by my fingers here on the board but now they too are
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Blogging (in the 4th dimension) with Homer Simpson
Welcome. This will be the first blog of many blogs to come. How many? Well, many is an elusive number. This is probably because many isn't, after all, a number, but a word. Clearly, this is something that I'll need to work out with many - just not right now.
Beginning a blog is an interesting process. It reminds me, as many things do, of "The Simpsons". Remember that episode where Homer gets stuck in the 4th dimension? That's what starting a blog is like because, in a way, the internet is like space. The internet is like space in that there are people out there, maybe they're listening, maybe they're not and somewhere between the listening and the not listening is a voice, my voice, like (many) other voices, echoing, maybe to the people listening, maybe not.
So thanks for looking and thanks for (maybe) listening.
Jessica
Beginning a blog is an interesting process. It reminds me, as many things do, of "The Simpsons". Remember that episode where Homer gets stuck in the 4th dimension? That's what starting a blog is like because, in a way, the internet is like space. The internet is like space in that there are people out there, maybe they're listening, maybe they're not and somewhere between the listening and the not listening is a voice, my voice, like (many) other voices, echoing, maybe to the people listening, maybe not.
So thanks for looking and thanks for (maybe) listening.
Jessica
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