It’s hard coming up with clever titles for repetitious offerings, not that I’ve ever been queen of the title. I’m the opposite of good with them, at least on a technical level. I don’t want to talk about capitalizations. And content is so subjective. In addition to culling the vast quantity of desktop memes I’ve saved lo these many years, I’m attempting to reduced the … Continue reading And then there were memes.
We’re our stuff, and our stuff is us, and our stuff is garbage, not in a metaphorical sense with regards to the quality of its execution or its greenwashing, but in the literal sense, in that most of our stuff is trash, or will end up there, not while we’re here, of course – in that case our stuff is valuable, all of it, the … Continue reading Stuff
The personal library. I’ve always had a library. Granted, at times, the “library” designation should perhaps be taken with a grain of salt. Is a teenager’s closet really a library, even if half is sectioned off for only books? Can you call it a library if it’s only the three shelves of the built-in wardrobe in your dorm room? I did. Perhaps it’s more accurate … Continue reading Reading and libraries, an off-the-cuff joint.
I feel adrift without the prod of a daily prompt. It’s an easy thing to find another source – Word Press itself will provide one if you ask – but I’m reluctant to commit to much beyond what’s already on my plate. Life’s about to get busy and nobody’s well-served by busy-squared. And yet, there exists in the back of my mind a niggling sense … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Putterings
From Famine to Feast 