Tumblr

I've decided to go with tumblr. Go here.

Take on me

We all hear about how terrible the economy is, and most of us have experienced it, at least on some level. Still, it sucks when I can directly relate to what's going on in the news.

On a happier note, Ryan played me this gem yesterday. For those who don't know, A.C. Newman is the front-man of the New Pornographers. I love them.


Doing a trial run of tumblr vs blogger. May switch over to tumblr permanently for ease and style.

Gadzoots

I can't figure out if I can actually post videos directly or not. If not, I may have to switch blog-providers (I may be trying to get rid of the beast that is facebook, but I don't need to be sent back five years internet-wise either). Until then: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rska-Z3oDtY

Also, I just opted out of the "easy share" option. It would allow all of you to easily email, tweet, fbook whatever I post here... kind of defeats the purpose...

Life in a balance

"Poetry, indeed, cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language." -Samuel Johnson

This quote is here to remind me of one of my passions. Well, two, actually, since I love both poetry and lexicography, and these past few of months I've had a hard time keeping them (and more) in sight. It's been a difficult summer: I am still jobless, won't have a place to live in three weeks, am broke and possibly moving back to Colorado. I took two weeks off from the hunt, admitting to myself that moving home isn't the worst thing in the world and actually seeing some of the positives that could come from that sort of transition, but I've been having a hard time letting go of Portland. Preemptive grief, I guess.

I am not sure whether or not I'm staying, where I will live and how I will make money if I do stay, or what will really happen after August 25th. I do know that I love poetry and words, music, art, and even politics from time to time.

I am getting rid of my Facebook and will be using this blog as a space to post the things I would otherwise post there: videos, quotes, poems, articles, etc. Facebook has become to impersonal, I am ready to downsize my "network" back to something a little more intimate.

So, to wrap up my first post in almost three months I will leave you with a poem. From now on I don't expect to say too much about what's going on in my life besides brief updates, but I hope that what I share will give a good enough sense of who I am at any given moment. Life is a balance; it's a tightrope walk, but the falls very rarely kill us.

MOONLESS NIGHT

A lady weeps at a dark window.
Must we say what it is? Can't we simply say
a personal matter? It's early summer;
next door the Lights are practicing kezmer music.
A good night: the clarinet is in tune.

As for the lady– she's going to wait forever;
there's no point in watching longer.
After awhile, the streetlight goes out.

But is waiting forever
always the answer? Nothing
is always the answer; the answer
depends on the story.

Such a mistake to want
clarity above all things. What's
a single night, especially
one like this, now so close to ending?
On the other side, there could be anything,
all the joy in the world, the stars fading,
the streetlight becoming a bus stop.

-Louise Glück