Month: July 2002

Consider the sea’s listless chime:
Time’s self it is, made audible, –
The murmur of the earth’s own shell.
Secret continuance sublime
Is the sea’s end: our sight may pass
No furlong further. Since time way,
This sound hath told the lapse of time.

No quiet, which is death’s, – it hath
The mournfulness of ancient life,
Enduring always at dull strife.
As the world’s heart of rest and wrath,
Its painful pulse is in the sands.
Last utterly, the whole sky stands,
Grey and not known, along its path.

Listen alone beside the sea,
Listen along among the woods;
Those voices of twin solitudes
Shall have one voice alike to thee:
Hark where the murmurs of thronged men
Surge and sink back and surge again, –
Still the one voice of wave and tree.

Gather a shell from the strown beath
And listen at its lips: they sighn
The same desire and mystery,
The echo of the whole sea’s speech
And all mankind is thus at heart
Not anything but what thou art:
And Earth, Sea, Man, are all in each.

– Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)

and not in the movies either…been cleaning up in the garage preparing for tomorrow. I honestly don’t know how well we’ll do – I’ve never had a garage/yard/moving sale before, though I ran two of them for the museum. advertised in the paper, put up signs. hopefully the magic words “furniture” and “electronics” will help. we are trying to sell everything that isn’t nailed down…if it doesn’t sell, then either it gets donated (non-furniture) or at least it’s already in the garage for ease of moving!

one week until signing…10 days until closing. today I gave notice, and wasn’t that lovely.

I hate the 4th of July, if only because every yahoo in sight (and earshot) thinks it’s cool to explode fireworks for hours at a time…which was what happened last night. except, um, last night was only the third day of July, ya idiots!

the poor kitties were so freaked out. as was I. I’m sure tonight will be even worse…compounded by C’s cold, which came on in the middle of the night like a freight train. bleh. and I have a ton of stuff to do for this weekend’s yard sale, as well.

but on a happier note, I got blogged by a “major” today! wonderfully enough, it was under the header “Why I Love the Web” – which seems appropriate since blogging, and people like David Weinberger, are why I love the web. Nice to meet you too, David. (addition to my email: C recommends just using a post-hole digger, rather than being too fussy about it.)

I may have to write more about why the Web/blogging encourages writing to strangers as if you knew them, but I really need to do some cleaning/sorting/pricing/boxing up first.

the Internet Law Seminar, as blogged by Dan Gillmor – hard to navigate, but worth reading. makes me wanna cry…esp. when combined with this: “John Gilmore, original “cypherpunk” and all-around Internet supergeek, explains why the organization that runs the Internet is broken” (what’s with the Gil(l)mor(e) synchonicity?) and TCPA/Palladium FAQ.

so I imagine I’ll be downloading Open Office.

on a scale of 0 – 10, based on current engagement and output

– writing, fiction: 0
– writing, weblog: 7 (trailing down from an 8 or 9)
– writing, paper journal: 4
– web design: 2 (I’ve been thinking about it)
– jewelry: 9
– photography: 5

Self-made culture

In my more subversive moments, I dream that the States will turn away from the Culture Machine that is Hollywood, the RIAA, the New York Big Pubs, and their ilk – and rediscover that culture is something to be made as well as beheld.

and she comes at this thought through gaming, for goodness’ sake!

also, I’m having freaky dreams about moving & the new house. (we sign the final papers a week from Friday; my stomach is all twisty-turny.)