Churn
I have to say, I'm tired of seeing any more reports on blogs, such as this one: A weblog can be as trivial as a list of favourite CDs, and as rich as any creative work can be. That's why blogging is a revolution.
I mean, what about a bit of originality? (On the flip side, it does give me a kick to see a friend quoted.)
When Oliver wrote to me and said, Tell me all about what you've been up to, well at the very least in point form ...
I had trouble trying to condense my days into sensible paragraphs.
I have been away from Melbourne for a whole month now, and the milestone comes as a bit of a shock. Time does fly if you look at it backwards, eventhough you know at any given point, it might seem like a whole empty vat to fill with something better than daily-churned oil. I haven't written the last couple of days because, as usual, I got caught in wondering if I have been doing worthwhile things, from which I would give up and immerse myself in reading (or buying other books like Chekhov plays) and wandering out in the sun, making the watch-band anti-tan on my wrist worse - I'm quite a few shades darker since a month ago.
Truth is, I have been spending time. I'm not sure how one would go about spending time wisely, but I have been enjoying it a lot, and I guess that is probably as good as it gets. I haven't been writing like I'd hope - perhaps there comes a time one needs to absorb rather than create, so I've been reading, walking, taming my cameras and smiling at people. (It's strange the number of occasions people have picked me out from street-crowd to ask for directions in a place where I barely know my way, I think I'm averaging 1.5 a week.) I have been picking random sequences on the guitar, sounding very minimalist. I have only been at the computer to talk to people, I haven't been reading websites much at all (note the severe lack of links), I have barely made a dint in my mail backlog.
I got geeky yesterday and played with generating simple SVG. Last night we saw Atom Egoyan's "Out of Use" installation which feature old open-real tape recorders at Musée d'art contemporain de Montréal. And I think that's it, really. I have been spending time, not merely watching it pass.
Posted by sniffles at September 19, 2002 09:51 AM