Sep 27, 2008
Crashlanding
Jetlag never hit me so hard. I am nocturnal, with no recourse but to blog at 03:47. Home has not arrived completely, and feels as yet devoid of substance, or the current of electric life that makes the present wrap around the surface of the skin. I breathe, partially to no effect. Half my cups are empty, half my cups are full.
In the state of travel, however, exuberant ideas organized themselves rapidly, encouraged by the forward movement of my body and the expansion of my soul, delayed in leaving one place but expected to appear at the next. Stretched between departure and destination, it lingered in one and all, unraveling inner struggles anew, agitating, calm.
Cascades of vertical ratiocinations then accumulated horizontally as lists, aggregated irresponsibly, innocuous in their innability to cohere, or press for action.
Oct 02, 2008 @ 06:29:00
ezra got me using delicious – i think he passed it on to you as well.
we missed you here buddy. hopefully you’ll completely settle in soon.
Oct 05, 2008 @ 05:07:00
I am just entering the world of accumulating categorized bookmarks :)
You made me look up the word “ratiocination”
I slightly wonder whether a previous comment that I made had a hand in your contemplation of self-censorship regarding the more personal and unspoken aspects
I’m glad that you’re writing a bit more these days, even when it’s due to jetlag :)
It reminds me to get my act together on the writing front one of these days.
Oct 11, 2008 @ 18:29:58
Hey, nice blog!
I’m impressed by how it imported your comments from blogspot.
I may comment on your latest poetic post once I have time to read it more slowly :)