It’s been nearly a month now since my iBook arrived, and I finally begin to feel that it’s comfortable. When my English friend Abigail first moved here, she complained that nothing worked quite right; even the light switches were "backwards." On the Mac, the close window button is at the upper left; on the PC, it’s at the upper right. Now I understand what she meant.
I have a long list of things I keep intending to do, or talk about, or both. Things changed when I was mostly off-line. One of my favorite blogs, Affliction, was suddenly in a different language, even a different alphabet. Now it seems to have been hijacked by advertisers. Anne has suspended fishbucket and has started something new. Artichoke Heart is still absent and should probably be removed from my sidebar.
When my time online was restricted, I began to pay closer attention to what I actually wanted to read every day, and several of them are not on my sidebar. Soon I will be adding How To Save The World; Echidne of the Snakes; Body and Soul; NewWest; feministe; Burning Bird; In a Dark Time; neon epiphany; and Whimsy Speaks.
I also see that My Comments Elsewhere keeps slipping down the sidebar. I’ve no idea why that happens, but will put my mind to it — soon. That is here mostly for me, anyway, to jog my uneven memory so that I go back to conversations I have joined. Of course, I have to remember to bookmark them to begin with, another unreliability. And an odd consequence of the recent TypePad changes seems to be that the shell on my title bar is suddenly sliced off.
There is a conversation happening about altars that I want to participate in. I am participating in a study on sacred moments that I want to talk about.
I think I am, slowly, getting my rhythm back. Thank you all for the welcome!
Oh, yes — I took the above photograph this morning, under the Madison Street Bridge.
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