Roam
One of the things I want to be careful to do is meander privately. Like now.
I don't have a whole lot to say, but I do know that I want to produce words, to put letters to page. I'll reserve mistersquid for moments when I'm feeling topical, when I have an idea. This is just a tentacle.
I also have dreamyskies which is about more personal things. I'll have to wait for the occasion where I feel I might want to tell people something. It could be, too, that everything is too scattered, too fragmented, that I've created all these categories and I'll spend more energy worrying what kind of category I'm writing in instead of writing. That is typical Johnnie style. But any kind of writing is good.
Today, I read, oh, maybe all of 1,000 words of printed material. What's wrong with me? My attention span can't be that shot. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but seriously read maybe 10 full pages of material: the second half of Ralph Ellison's review of Gunnar Myrdal's 1994 An American Dilemma, his “Working Notes for Invisible Man,” his “Special Message to Subscribers” where he discusses the transition from a “prison camp novel” to the first line of invisible Man, and maybe five pages of Ginger Strand's “The Ecology of Empire: What Can an Oil-crazed America Learn From Virgil's Obsession With Trees?” OK, so that was probably more than 1,000 words. I also did some reading of Slashdot.
Kevin Uhalde emailed me, his colleague, his web admin, and me because aaup-ou.org was resolving to one of Go-daddy's parked domain pages. I could understand his panic and so I spent twenty minutes looking for the email which contained the hosting information for the domain. That email was sent to me in early April of 2005, so it took me some time to figure out where I'd archived it. Then I spent some time explaining my role regarding the domain at present and then had some back-and-forth with Kevin Mattson.
In the end, the web admin fixed things and I wasted time responding to the panic of someone I consider a friendly acquaintance, but I did have to send an email to put the kibosh on future panic alerts.
I went swimming and so smelled like chlorine all day.
Oh, and the HB 16 grant Catherine and I were awarded took over my life at three distinct times today. If we get our preferred order, the English Department at Ohio University will have some sweet digital video editing workstations.