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Name: Lychee
Interests: Writing, reading, music, film, guitar, singing, theory & criticism, "art."
Expertise: Fascination; flux
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Member Since:
4/12/2009
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| How I wish I had been a child prodigy.
I feel like my brain is withering away, and I have wasted so much time that could have been spent gathering knowledge.
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EDIT: 3:43am
I just now had an urge to join WordPress and relocate my online blogging there, if only for its more professional no-nonsense, and more user-friendly interface. I wish this transition were as easy as moving from PC to Mac --> one external harddrive and a good hour, and you will start anew, in a new, more aesthetically-pleasing universe. Kind of like being plugged into the Matrix.
Instead, now I wonder if I should blog at all. There is something about my writing existing in an online space that scares the crap out of me. It is so much more vulnerable to put your life on your computer, when that computer can be stolen, or a database permanently crashed. Did we not all panic, and overstock on water and canned foods with the approaching y2k "meltdown"?
And if such a meltdown were to happen, I would still have my books and notebooks. My books, my notebooks, all of my writing, which, even if my house was robbed thoroughly, I seriously doubt any thieves would be tempted to add to their imagined sacks. I don't know what is more real, safe, and permanent anymore. What if Xanga shuts down. What is WordPress shuts down. With the advent of Friendster and then Facebook, Asian Avenue shut down and with it were drained many of my high school after-school hours. So many memories lost...but those memories made only because of that website.
The only computer I can rely on is my own brain, and that seems to be the most vulnerable of all. Perhaps I should act as a virus and spread myself across every medium. That way, the whole world would have to end before I can lose anything precious to me. But, if the world were ending, what becomes precious?
Still information, I think. | | |
| Fuck, I fucking hate editing SSHRC proposals. I miss sleep already. | | |
| Rickard's White, pizza pop, William Faulker, and possibly editing. Sleep at sunrise, up whenever I am rested.
I wish Reading Week would never end. *_* | | |
| "Shining city upon a hill."
City dolls vs. country men. 1800s ... the feminine old, ancient, weary Europe, and the strong, new USA.
And now coming down off that hill, that mighty victory horse -- time to come back down to the globalized earth.
Global, up and down -- and you are not even at the centre of that list, but trickling downwards. Get your money in order, DSA.
Divided States of America. | | |
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