I dreamt you found me out in a field

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My poems "The Marriage He Saw Beneath the Shade" and "Censorship" have been accepted by The Cascadia Subduction Zone. The first of these was written for ashlyme in March when he asked me for a Machenesque poem, even if in practice it came out more like M. John Harrison cross-bred with the famous statue of Pan. The second came out of nowhere at the beginning of this month: I think it had to do with Adresteia. The title is in the sense of Cato, and also just the one it sounds like.

I have been sleeping very little these past few days. Some internal, some environmental reasons. The library sale on Saturday was a success: I left with first editions of David Niven's Bring on the Empty Horses (1975) and John Houseman's Entertainers and the Entertained: Essays on Theater, Film and Television (1986) as well as a very pleasant afternoon with rushthatspeaks; then spent the evening with derspatchel, watching Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982) for the first time in years. There will be a post when I have slept enough that I feel comfortable throwing even notes at the screen. Last night, we saw Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991) at the Coolidge Corner Theatre, introduced by a pioneer of wearable computing; I found his lecture a fascinating mix of stories that really interested me and philosophy I didn't agree with. My plans for today mostly involve rushthatspeaks and catching up on work. One of these I like.

Listening to Timber Timbre for the first time in months, I found myself wishing that someone had vidded Millennium to "Bad Ritual." Oh, well. Maybe they'll do it with Hannibal instead.

Comments

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As we know from the history of the adoption of reading and books as a technology: when you do adopt a technology for the preservation and transmission of knowledge, you can gain some things, but some things will be lost (for instance, the ability to memorize great chunks of information through repetition, and then to recall and repeat them as needed).

I know my memory is not what it was when I was studying multiple languages and performing on a regular basis; I hate the loss. It is something I am trying to figure out how to reintroduce before my brain turns into slurry. I would rather have the ability to memorize at length even if I didn't use it that frequently. You never know when you'll need something like that. I really don't like the idea of a world which attempts to guarantee that you never, ever will.

I don't want to be reachable absolutely anywhere. I want to be able to be away.

Yes. I have a cellphone—I had to get one in 2003 when I moved to New Haven and the landline didn't work until I'd hooked it up for myself—but it is not capable of e-mail or instant messaging and I like it that way. It still flips open, for God's sake. It doesn't have a keyboard.

And now that I have the most recent post of yours, I know at least some of the health problems you're in the midst of, which gives reading this reply now a weird, time-traveling element to it.

Heh. Falling in the theater actually wasn't one of the health problems I was thinking of, because it had just happened. But it hasn't helped.