Good morning,
I am an early riser. I once had someone equate me to a particular type of bird, but I don't remember what kind of bird gets up early. I'm only certain that it isn't an owl.
It is raining and cold here again. Which is OK as in a little less than a week, I'm sure I will complain that it is too hot and we need rain.
Tornadoes in Colorado. Seems a little strange to me.
Air France crash has now recovered 17 bodies from the ocean. I have pondered whether I would want to be recovered. It seems that a "watery grave" is a little more romantic.
Computer classes start at school today. I am not partaking. I looked at the class descriptions and found them to be material that I am already incorporating or have taken classes on before. I find my time to be too valuable to repeat or sit in a classroom for a cheap credit.
I clean in the summer. I also write... a lot. I use to do it in a journal. A notebook that had texture, smell, smudges, storage. I prefer the journal. I don't prefer the ability to have something that I wrote available for all to touch. I wonder if someone looks at an online journal and sees the same emotions? It's the thought that what is on paper has some sort of tactile connection to the writer whereas something written on the computer is cold, lacking emotion.
Philip Greenspun has a great blog on how the computer has changed our writing habits and ultimately our reading habits. http://philip.greenspun.com/writing/changed-by-web-and-weblog
An interesting set of ideas.
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