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It’s been one of those days, one of those weeks, too much going on. This morning, I spoke with Mairead about her resume as she looks at what she does next in Japan. It was a lively discussion with lots of things to write about. Kim’s phone died so she got a new one, as well as a tablet. They both need configuring. I’ve spent a little time doing this configuration.
Then, I stopped to try and get some of my daily writing done. It turns out my web server crashed, so I needed to fix that.
One my computer, I have around 80 tabs and windows open. They are all different projects or ideas partway completed. I have other ideas percolating in my mind. Yet any one of them would take a while to formulate into a blog post.
Then, there is the pile of books next to my bed that I’m reading bits and pieces of.
Now, the server is up, Fiona is using the tablet with a few apps installed. Kim’s phone is updating itself, and I’m finally writing. Rhizomatic learning and twentieth century Japanese gender studies. Upgrading to Android 5.0. Configuring an LG tablet, and making phone calls via Google Hangouts. Stars using their star power for good, like Alicia Keyes or Jared Padalecki. The Fandom of Jesus Christ.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Many paths converged
(each path a learning subjective)
out of the directed graph
of carefully measured online posts;
the content in the creators,
the content in the community,
arriving back at the initial thoughts
as foretold by Eliot
and foreshadowed by Joyce.
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Along the way
we kill the Buddha
and get of the idea
The ultimate boon?
L’objet petit a?
Perhaps an amulet
that can assist the next hero
in their journey.
It was a light fog,
not enough to be dangerous
or obscure objects,
just enough to add a halo
around lamp posts
and a softness to distant views.
Above, there was a flickering,
perhaps from stray headlights
caught in the fog,
an optical illusion,
from far away lightning.
The flickering became more frequent
and the roll of thunder
answered one question
to be replaced with another.
Would the storm pass to the north
or would we feel the full force?
Was it something beautiful,
or a little bit of both?
It was all a matter of perspective
that the start of the rain
did not help resolve.