In the last few days of work I've had an increasing number of moments available to scan the horizon that is available through the blogthis! toolbar. The realm of languages, designs, ages, spelling ability, content, personalization, and emotion spanned by just a tip of the blog iceberg is totally astounding. Ranging from the mispelt diaree of a 13 y-o grl to the methodically compiling of URLs that support a single narrow point of view, this brave new media is clearly publishing for everyperson. Plus me.
On my way to London and back I read a great collection of essays by Colson Whitehead called The Colossus of New York: A City in 13 Parts, which has been in my mind more and more lately because of his awesome use of free association; his ability to take one's surroundings and put them on the page. It slipped into yesterday's post, and I like it so it is going to be around more.
Busy day at home and at Chris & Nancy's house, with chicken cordon bleu for dinner and the kind of funny-deep conversation that only Nancy can crank up. First there was a walk-through with my property manager who gave me the thumbs-up and indicated (in writing) that all is well. Packing has waned off, cleaning has ramped up, and a white Penske van sits in the TimberChase parking lot ready to be filled to overflowing with the contents of my current-but-soon-to-be-former apartment. Trucks designed with you in mind. This vehicle limited to 75 mph. Stay back. Lift with your legs. Final water payment with-held from security deposit.