not a blogger

So’s front page has proudly displayed my blog as the “main attraction” for a while now…but perhaps this isn’t quite right.

I write in my blog only every week or two, and only when I have something to say – I’m not going for volume or website hits, just to show who I am and what I’m thinking about. As time passes, some things stick out in my mind – creative writing, for instance, or personal story. I generally link to those on the sidebar and pull them out into real articles, whith WordPress handles quite nicely. Focusing on the change and the scroll is less useful than having a good information architecture, and while tagging is nice, how many people have actually gone back and read everything I’ve ever posted, other than you stalkers?

Then, I just think about how much of a hassle it’ll be to rearchitect my site, again. Maybe I just need to make the navigation easier, and make it clearer what I have to offer. Stuff like my Voyetra 8 site is some of the most interesting concent I produce, yet it’s buried at the bottom of the list. You wouldn’t think it’s the most important thing I do outside of work and school, would you? (For those of you paying attention, there is V8 stuff coming. RSN. I promise.)

header art

I never did get to write about the header art issue, and I’ve only recently learned that it’s been a bone of contention between those who love blogs, and usually have it — and those who think it’s perhaps a waste of space.

My header art is a photograph of a subterranean tunnel in Tokyo, I believe underneath Shinjuku station, heading out towards Studio Alta on the northeast side of the station. I learned this part of the city well; rather than meet my first Japanese girlfriend in dizzying Shibuya, or the awkward Harajuku, we most often met early on right in front of Studio Alta. It was easy to find, and she was easy to spot there.

Exploring the tunnels underneath there, I was always amazed by their twists and turns, and how eminently sensibly they were designed, unlike how many subterranean passages of that time turned out. People still get lost at Shinjuku station, but I never did.

I rotated the photo 90 degrees to make it look a bit like you’re on a circular space station platform; after all, Japan still looks way more modern than North America, and probably will for a while to come yet.

I might not think “header art” is where it’s at – my previous header art was fonts from divide by zero fonts, done by a graduate of my alma mater – but it adds, for me, a different way of thinking about the world. When I look at it, I feel like I’m half on a carousel, and half in a futuristic society. That’s pretty much how I feel every day – and when I remember to sit back, enjoy the ride, and marvel at the wonders I see, I have a great time.

st. bernard parish update

St. Bernard Parish, the location of what I consider my “family home,” has been devastated by multiple floods, starting with Katrina and ending only after Rita. For those of you who are long-time readers, you may remember me describing how difficult it was for my grandfather to receive appropriate care and treatment with the flood coming.

I bring you a few selected updates linked by the St. Bernard Parish official website:

  • This Herald Today article summarizes St. Bernard Parish’s problems and history well. Pay special attention to the text from “In 1927…” forward. Mr. Colten is accurate: “There has been resentment from St. Bernard to New Orleans ever since.”
  • Care for pictures? Don McClosky got the real scoop.
  • The Times-Picayune reports that Mississippi River Gulf Outlet (MR-GO) must go. America knew this for decades – did we have to wait until we had the empirical evidence to prove it?

Many times in the past month I’ve considered returning to St. Bernard Parish, helping to rebuild, and remaining there once it’s rebuilt. Sadly, I just don’t know anyone there anymore, and as I get older, I’m realizing that having friends all over the world isn’t enough – I need local friends. Still, who knows what the future holds?

shells, side 1

Just before my grandmother died last year, I went to visit her. On the way, I started to get into knitting, more seriously than I had just when I’d made my first scarf. I started on a pattern from Rowan called “Shells,” out of the “Cotton Tape Collection” book of patterns. It’s in Shadow, a now-discontinued but FABULOUS yarn that looks green in sunlight, but brown inside. (Must be due to some fluorescent pigment — anyone know if any other yarns have this effect now that Rowan doesn’t do this one anymore?)

Well, I got stuck, stuck, stuck when I got to the armhole decreases, and put it away for a very long time. But my good friend Monica came over for an evening of food recently, and she helped me figure out where I’d gotten stuck. Tonight, I finally finished half the garment:

\"Shells\", Rowan Cotton Tape, in Shadow, Side 1

Tonight I made this!


Yummy! And it made me realize I don’t have a “cooking” category. WTF was I thinking. Anyone who knows me knows I love to cook….so. Hooray!