June 28, 2005
June 22, 2005
June 17, 2005
Instant Gratification
You gotta love the Internet. There I was writing, listening to Musical Starstreams (I write better to so-called “ambient” music) when I hear, as backdrop to a song, the unmistakable voice of Alan Watts giving a lecture (For those who are interested, the song was “I Know That I Know” by Capsula, on the compilation Chilling Goddess).
Well, in it he riffs this absoutely great limerick that just goes right to the heart of my TTS dispatch on cognicentrism. So after a quick Google I find the text of the limerick, copy it, paste it in the dispatch (with proper attribution, of course), and post the tweaked file — a wonderful connection made possible by the people who live and share in the wonderful Internet Commons.
I hope you find my little “value-added” contribution a fair return of the favor.
June 9, 2005
Pen to Paper
Even though I have been writing a fair amount lately, it’s in a different format — pen on paper. I have a thing for fountain pens, though I am not a “collector” in the same sense that I used to collect coins and lapel pins (by the bushel). I have only a few and I rotate them in and out of daily use. None of them are particularly rare or valuable, but they are all wonderful writers. Except, possibly for the Rotring 600, a solid-brass behemoth which looks like it was designed to pry open car doors at accident scenes.
Anyway, I recently purchased a Parker 51 Vac-filler from the market board at Pentrace, and it has been such a joy to write with that I find myself constantly jotting down ideas, thoughts, and extended rambles of all kinds on any paper surface I can find — the ubiquitous Ampad yellow legal pad is the handiest surface. I actually look forward to writing bills because I can use my recently reconditioned Parker Vacumatic.
It should be obvious by now that I have a thing for Parkers.
So I’ve been busy writing, even though it hasn’t been in electronic format. And since transcription is boring and scanning is fun, I may start putting some of those notes up here as graphics.
Be warned: my penmanship would never have been approved by Sr. Bernadette at St. Anne’s School in Bristol. Fortunately for me, she was not the type to whack knuckles.