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21 July 2004 @ 01:59 pm
a bright miscellany  
I feel the need to communicate with the world, however briefly. In ninety minutes I will be in the dentist's chair, staring blurrily at the ceiling while the bearded man chastises me for not having my temporary crown replaced and then jams things in my mouth, after which I'll part with my soul another fistful of dollars from the thousands he'll one day have from me. Yay!

My cold is over, my stomach bug is over. I await the flood tide of happiness.

Somewhere recently I came--recame?--across a quote I'd seen before from some writer, about how describing sunsets is one of a poet's most banal skills. But I like to write and read those descriptions, so I don't care. The other night I was at the stoplight just before Pine runs downhill past the Egyptian Theater. The sun was at a low point, throwing long shadows, and had turned the theater facade gold, a Maxfield Parrish kind of lemony gold wherever it hit the white stone, or maybe plaster, curlicues--a decorative sort of marzipan whatever it is; and just below this it gilded the faces of one or two trees, and just above was a periwinkle sky. You always get great views on a slice of street, between building tops.

I went on the Seattle underground tour yesterday, which wasn't quite as I expected. I thought it would be like a ghost town below the streets. It's really just some boards and basements. The history from the tour guide was very interesting though--clearly that's what justifies the ten-dollar ticket.

Also very interesting is an article I recently read about e-mail. (I'm trying to find connective tissue between these paragraphical thoughts, to make the segue smoother, but hmm, no. Anyway.) It's in Salon, but should be accessible without much trouble to anyone who wants to read it. It talks about the inbox as a habitat, e-mail user types, and what gmail is really delivering in terms of a new e-mail paradigm--a switch from a folder-centric design to a search-engine-centric design. It also talks about e-mail bankruptcy: how common it is to build up a backlog of hundreds or thousands of unanswered messages that constantly gnaw at you, and how one guy, at least, decided to sweep the decks and just start fresh. I think I have to do that. I mean, I have to face it--I'm never going to have the time to answer all those e-mails I have sitting in my old inbox, or my "reply-to" folder. A handful of them had actual questions; most were feedback of some kind or another. So if you wrote me feedback anytime in the last three years, I thank you. I read every e-mail I get and it does mean a lot--it's hard to flower in a vacuum. I'll try to do better going forward, but I'm really not going to promise anything. I'd like to set expectations in that area very low.

Looking back through my recent posts, I see that I was going to write about some dreams I've been having about my mother, but on reflection, I don't have much to say about that. Unrelatedly, I think "whom" is a stupid word and we should all just move on and accept the fact that "who" is the vernacular, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Things that have made me ridiculously happy lately that I recommend to everyone: Bill Bryson, especially A Walk in the Woods; caprese salad; Monk; the song "Vivi Davvero" by Giorgia; and Mozilla--no pop-ups!

I'm still working on my second Spander Inquisition story and am about halfway through; it's also pleasing me. I went with a story I'd had in my head for about a year or so but never would have written on my own, partly because it was just one of many, and partly because it really wants to sprawl at much greater length than I'm ever going to write. But I'm going to try and do the concept justice. I did have a goal of writing two noir stories this summer; I rather doubt that will happen, but you never know.

This weekend I think I'm going to drive around the Olympic Peninsula. Wish me good weather. :)
E. Stardustemstardust on July 21st, 2004 02:09 pm (UTC)
Lovely post. I was just contemplating the vicarious lives I lead through reading LJ - your Seattle is one of them.
WesleysGirlwesleysgirl on July 21st, 2004 02:18 pm (UTC)
Ooh! Mr. WG loves Bill Bryson, and we have "A Walk in the Woods" and I'm meant to be reading it some time soon.

*Makes note to do so*
Trepkos: Phil and Stevetrepkos on July 21st, 2004 03:10 pm (UTC)
I hope you dentist doesn't hurt - or show you pictures of his daughter's wedding while your mouth is full of metal, cos I'm here to tell you, that's a surreal experience.
I'm always tempted to bite the dentist's hand....
And now I'm all excited at the prospect of more Noir, plus the Inquisition... eeek!
in search of a clever byline: parrish mary10zlaine on July 21st, 2004 03:14 pm (UTC)
I was thinking about email the other day. I switched laptops, and was trying desperately to cling to the idea that I needed to keep using the old laptop for accessing email. So, I keep using webmail, thinking I'll download it to the old one, since that's where all the other email is.

Of course, I haven't done it in ages. Webmail has many emails waiting to get their chance at space on my hard drive.

But what I considered further is that it boils down to me being a packrate more than anything else. I save everything. I have saved letters my entire life. Email is the new form of letter writing. So I save most of it, if it personally means anything. Not that I plan to print it all out or anything.

It's what I do. Save letters. Save every single cancelled check. Every old receipt. It's no wonder the folders in my inbox are stuffed. But it's all cybery, now, so really? What's the point? But, I can't not.

And, in honor of your Parrish sky...
for you I'd bleed myself dryboniblithe on July 21st, 2004 04:03 pm (UTC)
I wish you good weather, good driving tunes, and barring those, half naked boys with vast expanses of glistening skin for your perusal.
squeeze me, stomp me,  make me winemoosesal on July 21st, 2004 04:49 pm (UTC)
Unrelatedly, I think "whom" is a stupid word and we should all just move on and accept the fact that "who" is the vernacular, and there's nothing wrong with that.


*head pops off*

Please, no. Just... no. I need my who/whom distinction. Get rid of that/which instead?
kaydee23: davids neckkaydee23 on July 21st, 2004 07:40 pm (UTC)
I love Monk. I'm watching it now. I love Tony Shaloub.
Pamgoosegirl9 on July 22nd, 2004 06:50 am (UTC)
It's always so neat to read your posts. I love your description of the sunset. You seem to be one of those people who have a real sense and appreciation of place. And writing - Yeah! Of course, my first love is Noir, but anything from the hand of Anna pleases. I don't even *like* slash, but I've read some of yours and been strangely titillated. Also, isn't Monk the greatest? I still haven't seen last weeks episode, but at least I now have it on tape. I tuned in once and he was doing what I can only call the Monk dance of superiority. It was a hoot.
Tehomettehomet on July 22nd, 2004 05:07 pm (UTC)
Re: the email thing. I hear you. I am going away soon on holiday and accordingly cleared out my inbox this evening. Sent all the fb that's been sitting half finished in the draft folder; read/replied to/deleted all the stuff in the inbox itself. Bizarrely, it's a weight off my mind.

If you wanted to cross your ts and dot your is, so to speak, you could post a note on your website saying a generic thanks for the fb up to x date, but you can't reply in person. Then no one will be wondering whether their LoC got lost in the shuffle, or whatever.