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I've been trying to find a way to write all weekend about my intense disappointment at our decision not to attend Panteria, but each time I get to about a dozen words and have to stop, as what I'm writing ends up sounding somewhat lame, envious, and self-pitying, which isn't really the way I feel about it. Suffice to say that we had a nice, boring, suburban weekend which consisted of movies, yardwork, food, more movies, and yet more yard work.
(God, I hate plants. Would someone please come and remove all the flowers that came with our house so I no longer have to look after them? My mother is a master gardener, but I never really "got" it. Judging by my neighborhood, I'd think that gardening is a refuge of women in loveless marriages who are desperately looking for something to nurture. But I digress...)
However, I would have much rather been camping in Vermont.
As it is June 1st tomorrow, I find myself evaluating the year thus far. Clearly, 2005 will be a year of flux -- in personal ways, in professional ways, changes in friendships and the way my friends relate to one another and relate to me. A time to reevaluate all things, I guess. The wheel of change goes round, blah blah blah... But I find it so odd that, not 24 months ago, so many things around us were picture perfect. The changes around me -- to my life and others lives -- astonish me. I understand that some of those changes (not all, but some) were for the best, some were even fervently wished for, but that doesn't make the accumulated weight of the change any easier to bear. At this point I'm just trying to hold on as the wheel spins 'round, hoping that when we return to that point that seemed so glorious, it will seem glorious again. And that I will appreciate the glory of it more when I'm living through it.
Scattered Leaves
"In the early decades of the 20th century, a Cleveland book collector named Otto Ege removed the leaves from hand-written medieval books, divided them among 40 boxes, and sold the boxes around the world. His purpose was to provide as many people as possible with access to a variety of medieval manuscripts... Most of these boxes, each containing approximately 50 leaves, now reside in university and public library collections in Europe, the United States and Canada... The leaves contained in each box were created between 1100 and 1550 AD, mostly in monasteries in Europe and England... This exhibit displays how the leaves were originally produced by many hands over many weeks and months, and how the leaves were designed to be used for a variety of purposes. Products of intense work and devotion, some are visually modest, others extraordinarily beautiful. All reveal the human labour involved in the attempt to communicate on the written page, a familiar activity to us now but a developing and experimental one when these leaves were produced. The last leaves in the exhibit, created after the invention of the printing press, mark the end of manuscript culture and the beginning of the mass-produced text we now call the book."
W. Mark. Felt was Deep Throat
Washington Post confirms that forthcoming Vanity Fair article (.pdf) is accurate.
Not Safe For Work or School: eros : The Sex Blog
Inflatable Sex Dolls Reviewed - Another NSFW link (I hope this is obvious)
Three Related Links For Friends:
The reason why the last batch of links are all sex related is because I did a fairly complex search including the terms "Felt" and "Deep Throat" and was led down paths leading to these things. *sigh*
(God, I hate plants. Would someone please come and remove all the flowers that came with our house so I no longer have to look after them? My mother is a master gardener, but I never really "got" it. Judging by my neighborhood, I'd think that gardening is a refuge of women in loveless marriages who are desperately looking for something to nurture. But I digress...)
However, I would have much rather been camping in Vermont.
As it is June 1st tomorrow, I find myself evaluating the year thus far. Clearly, 2005 will be a year of flux -- in personal ways, in professional ways, changes in friendships and the way my friends relate to one another and relate to me. A time to reevaluate all things, I guess. The wheel of change goes round, blah blah blah... But I find it so odd that, not 24 months ago, so many things around us were picture perfect. The changes around me -- to my life and others lives -- astonish me. I understand that some of those changes (not all, but some) were for the best, some were even fervently wished for, but that doesn't make the accumulated weight of the change any easier to bear. At this point I'm just trying to hold on as the wheel spins 'round, hoping that when we return to that point that seemed so glorious, it will seem glorious again. And that I will appreciate the glory of it more when I'm living through it.
Scattered Leaves
"In the early decades of the 20th century, a Cleveland book collector named Otto Ege removed the leaves from hand-written medieval books, divided them among 40 boxes, and sold the boxes around the world. His purpose was to provide as many people as possible with access to a variety of medieval manuscripts... Most of these boxes, each containing approximately 50 leaves, now reside in university and public library collections in Europe, the United States and Canada... The leaves contained in each box were created between 1100 and 1550 AD, mostly in monasteries in Europe and England... This exhibit displays how the leaves were originally produced by many hands over many weeks and months, and how the leaves were designed to be used for a variety of purposes. Products of intense work and devotion, some are visually modest, others extraordinarily beautiful. All reveal the human labour involved in the attempt to communicate on the written page, a familiar activity to us now but a developing and experimental one when these leaves were produced. The last leaves in the exhibit, created after the invention of the printing press, mark the end of manuscript culture and the beginning of the mass-produced text we now call the book."
W. Mark. Felt was Deep Throat
Washington Post confirms that forthcoming Vanity Fair article (.pdf) is accurate.
Not Safe For Work or School: eros : The Sex Blog
Inflatable Sex Dolls Reviewed - Another NSFW link (I hope this is obvious)
Three Related Links For Friends:
- The Archie Andrews complex: Betty AND Veronica! An Anthropological Survey of the Polyamorous Community
- Polyamory Pet Peeves
- What Psychology Professionals Should Know About Polyamory: The Lifestyles and Mental Health Concerns of Polyamorous Individuals
The reason why the last batch of links are all sex related is because I did a fairly complex search including the terms "Felt" and "Deep Throat" and was led down paths leading to these things. *sigh*
