Comments on: redaction

By: Oleoptene

Oleoptene — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 20:35:13 +0000

Oh, those electronic travails! My problem with text editors is how a blog post will grow stale waiting for me to come back to it and actually finish writing it, that they enable, um, overthinking: current count — nine items waiting that I thought I needed to write about, seven of which seem sadly dated. Already. But also, wanted to chime in, how I like the wall paper, how well your blog WORKS and how I know one could adjust to change (even the absence of blogroll) but see no real need for it. And how signs of life on the unreliable are more cheering and welcom than the signs of spring (sadly lacking in Portland where it, sigh, snowed AGAIN yesterday.)

By: Kimba

Kimba — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 20:32:56 +0000

I like your wallpaper, too. I felt slightly agoraphobic in the other theme (though I’m sure I’d get used to it, and I did love the flora up top…).

By: unnarrator

unnarrator — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:45:56 +0000

I keep trying to change my theme, but I seem to be addicted to my wallpaper. Anything else looks so bare and nakey and gleaming and sterile and and EXPOSED. Like zinc countertops or those bobo (a.k.a. bourgeois bohemian) "Zen" slate shower stalls or something.

By: unnarrator

unnarrator — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:01:39 +0000

@kimba: Alors, the fleurs may come and go for a while, until I figure out the Great Everything. I will check my email!

@repat: Ah, Ms. V. And then as the Brujo played Facebook Scrabble last night he was trying to reassure me by saying that the writing of the writing is what is important, not what happens to the writing. So I read him the bit about the painting getting rolled up and thrust under a sofa forever, or, god forbid, “hanging in a servant’s bedroom.”

And we agreed that of course it is important what happens to the painting. While it is also not important. Cf. that transcendently horrifying-wonderful Borges story “The Secret Miracle.”

We are all the apprehensive wrinkled ones.

By: Kimba

Kimba — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 18:12:43 +0000

Dude! What a huge change. I love the flors. So sorry about all the electronic strife. Check your email.

By: Repat

Repat — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 17:45:21 +0000

Wow. I Ms. teh drama too. I also Ms. V Woolf and would much rather be rereading To the Lighthouse than grading essays on (at least) Mrs. Dalloway.

Meanwhile, Woolf always makes me cry. Or shiver. Every time. The whole telephone line through time thing. And then, I am clearly becoming one of those apprehensive wrinkled ones, though I once tried so hard–or wanted so badly–to say everything–but then, nothing to nobody.

By: flip

flip — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 14:34:12 +0000

Ah ha! There you are. Ms. teh drama. Please send a nomination ballot for Poet Laureate of Arizona. You’ll be getting another sheepskin soon, and such things sometimes lead to remunerative situations.