Two days ago, my friend Donna and I, as well as Other Patti, whom you might know from these pages and who is visiting me here and doing some work on our home (she’s an interior decorator, did I mention that? I think I might have, but am not sure) had lunch together at the Dushanbe Tea House here in Boulder. We got to talking about many things, one of which was the difference between writing in an electronic versus a paper-and-ink journal.
Donna mentioned that that the process of writing by hand makes that which is written deeper. I think that I agreed with her fairly much at the time. Yesterday, I thought that I would give the hypothesis a try. After five pages finished at around eleven last night, I agree with her totally.
I wish I had some explanation for this phenomenon. I have an idea that this deepening of the writing process when done by hand has to do with the body’s need to express the thoughts and feelings going on in the mind. Tapping my fingers repeatedly over a series of keys is not, to some part of me, enough.
Well, there it is until I can think of a better explanation.
And there’s some music to listen to while thinking about the above. Charles Mingus. I particularly like that picture of his face, even though it’s not full on.
You know that you needed to know what “absquatulate” means.
I have a simple wish: that all those creating new words tested out how they sound first.
Sometimes, I can’t sleep even after I’ve taken the Ambien. At times like these, I find a new world in this half-awakeness. Life takes on a thinner and more ebullient sheen.
This is a special time between waking and sleeping and I want to make the most of it. Unfortunately, I can think of few ways to do that than utter words to the effect that I want to make the best of it.
The immanence of sleep in my brain says all bets are off, and I have no choice but to read it and think about it till sleep comes.
So that explains about the food…
FOXNews.com – Experts to Probe Mysterious ‘Little Green Man’ Lights Seen Over London – International News | News of the World | Middle East News | Europe News
UFO experts in England Thursday called for a probe into this summer’s “Little Green Man” sightings — as one was spotted above a TESCO supermarket.
Sometimes, I wish I lived in NYC…
Overheard in New York | If You Liked Waiting for Godot, You’ll Love This Quote
Little kid: Who is you? Who is you? Who is you? Who is you? Who. Is. You?!?!?!?!
Woman: Does it matter?
Overheard by: anonymous
I stay up downloading some music that I didn’t think that I wanted, and forgetting how to spell anything and everything. Words are my life: I can’t life love live lie without them
Watched a depressing Saving Grace, wherein Ham’s brother gets killed. Then I prepared myself for bed, only to come up with these thoughts in my head. And I type with sleepy fingers.
Much as I have grown to love and revere BBEdit as both a program and way of life, and have become an actual card-carrying member of its license holders, I still go to TextMate for my blogly-writing needs. As in all other life, that which you admire is different from that which you use. BBedit may be the grande dame of Macintosh text editors, but it doesn’t have native tools with which I can hack these posts out via a third party package, and publish the post with all the necessary trimmings, like keywords and track-backs as I see fit.
Sure you could make such a thing with BBEdit, but why? I already have what I need in TextMate, and it was installed with the rest of the program. Therefore I use TextMate: it does what I need it to do, and it did so first. So there.
One lesson you have to learn: don’t re-invent the wheel if it’s already been done.
On other fronts, Other Patti and Our Friend Sally have just been over for their accustomed movie night on Sunday nights. I’m glad we have kept this up over the past year, even though I told them that I was healthy at last, at least enough so that they could resume their regular evening lives, and not have to watch TV with me every evening.
We do so now every Sunday evening, because during the process of my recovery, we got to liking the camaraderie of it all, and didn’t want to lose that part. So tonight, we watched Peter Lorre play Mr. Moto. It wouldn’t have occurred to them all to hire an actual Japanese actor to play a Japanese character, though, would it? :/
FOXNews.com – Death Row Inmate Sues, Claiming He’s Too Fat for Execution – Local News | News Articles | National News | US News
COLUMBUS, Ohio — A death row inmate scheduled for execution in October says he’s so fat that Ohio executioners would have trouble finding his veins and that his weight could diminish the effectiveness of one of the lethal injection drugs.
Lawyers for Richard Cooey argue in a federal lawsuit that Cooey had poor veins when he faced execution five years ago and that the problem has been worsened by weight gain.
I love living in Ohio.