Words, Patterns, Raining on Mister Bones' Parade
Wednesday, 23. July 2008, 23:33:24
I might be a little bit exceedingly fascinated by words. Specifically, letters. There is the arranging of letters into words, and the arranging of words into texts, also. I like information and the forms information takes. I like patterns, especially patterns that don't always look like patterns immediately. This explains why half of my day yesterday disappeared into the black hole that is Wordle, and why even now I run the risk of losing the rest of today just by writing about it. My ability to get easily distracted by text also explains why I have a whole new blog design based around a word cloud. It's the product of some work by ee cummings, Allen Ginsberg, Amy Lowell, and whoever is responsible for the Song of Songs.
But, I cannot get distracted today - I must find my C.V.! I know I have one around here somewhere.
A last note on the blog design - this template is actually video game inspired. The header it comes with has little vintage video game characters running around a vintage video game world. The little squares are supposed to be pixels, I suppose, but out of context they look more like tiles to me. The remind me of subway tiles, or tiny little tiles in a specific mosaic that I've forgotten the name and location of. I might actually keep this background for more than a few months. The repeating pattern in the red grid system is rather aesthetically soothing.
Today it was actually not-hot here. It rained all night and part of the morning, and the temperature was below 90 ˚F well into the afternoon. Unfortunately, I didn't realize until too late. Another consequence of the rain: Mister Bones just knew in his doggy heart of hearts that today was the one day when he would stay awake! This is in contrast to every other day of the year, when he happily sleeps the morning and afternoon away, dead to the world. But not today: he would go outside, frolic, run about, play with his found ball collection, pay visits to all the people in the neighbourhood he knows that we don't know, and just generally be social and active. Of course, he could do none of these things because there was mud outside. I think the aversion to mud may have something to do with toes - more on this later. Instead, he was forced to sing mournful whale songs all day, fling himself around while sighing heavily, and refuse to be comforted. He never feels inclined to activity on days when it doesn't rain, naturally.
But, I cannot get distracted today - I must find my C.V.! I know I have one around here somewhere.
A last note on the blog design - this template is actually video game inspired. The header it comes with has little vintage video game characters running around a vintage video game world. The little squares are supposed to be pixels, I suppose, but out of context they look more like tiles to me. The remind me of subway tiles, or tiny little tiles in a specific mosaic that I've forgotten the name and location of. I might actually keep this background for more than a few months. The repeating pattern in the red grid system is rather aesthetically soothing.
Today it was actually not-hot here. It rained all night and part of the morning, and the temperature was below 90 ˚F well into the afternoon. Unfortunately, I didn't realize until too late. Another consequence of the rain: Mister Bones just knew in his doggy heart of hearts that today was the one day when he would stay awake! This is in contrast to every other day of the year, when he happily sleeps the morning and afternoon away, dead to the world. But not today: he would go outside, frolic, run about, play with his found ball collection, pay visits to all the people in the neighbourhood he knows that we don't know, and just generally be social and active. Of course, he could do none of these things because there was mud outside. I think the aversion to mud may have something to do with toes - more on this later. Instead, he was forced to sing mournful whale songs all day, fling himself around while sighing heavily, and refuse to be comforted. He never feels inclined to activity on days when it doesn't rain, naturally.
