Lovely evening watching our favourite local band, Peiriant, play a homecoming gig. And, bonus, discovered the local brewery have a new beer out!
What a glorious sunny day. Yoga, coffee, fixed gutter, coffee, fires, logs, laundry, 5k run, lunch and now taking the ancient hound for an incredibly slow walk round the church yard…
Torrential rain tomorrow and flooding in all probability so making the most of what’s here now.
”Now is simply now. You are simply you. And tell me, since you want to leave the place where you are, where is it exactly you want to go?”
— ‘Homeless’ Kodo Sawaki
The whole idea of so-called ‘Productivity’ is, not only just plain bullshit, but a distraction from just getting on with stuff.
As I periodically do from time to time, I’ve mercilessly stripped out loads of feeds from my Reader. Feels good. Experimenting with just my absolute fave ten sources in Sublime Feed (‘cos it’s free and I’m cheap!)
Boredom is wanting something that isn’t there. Contentment is having everything when nothing is there.
Apropos something completely unrelated, a couple of words popped up that accurately describe my attitude to the internet. Dabbler and dilettante.
As far as philosophy is concerned I’ve always thought Wittgenstein drew a rather neat line under the whole enterprise as we had come to understand it. Having seen it degenerate into little more than fruitless semantic language games he declared:
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.
Indeed. And with that pithy retort he left it all up to the poets.*
*Well, not exactly but it works for me.
Over the years (since around 1999) I’ve had countless blogs (ie. I’ve lost count). Using, in no particular order, Blogger, Moveable Type/ Typepad, Wordpress, Squarespace, Tumblr, Medium and Wordpress again (and again!). I’ve bought and let slide numerous domains and now find myself here on micro.blog sans domain.
Looking back there’s no sense of loss or regret over the demise of (probably) hundreds of thousands of words and pictures and I figure the same will be true of what’s here now.
I still have no idea why I started and continued to blog. Still don’t really. Maybe the answer is the same (and only) one I ever come up with for why I do anything – to see what happens.
What stories and narratives of self will you be holding onto as you’re dying? Which begs the rather more urgent question, what are you holding onto right now?
Wow, a Red Kite just swooped down onto the road in front of me to grab a scrap of roadkill. I slowed right down but it flew off, its large wings flapping so slowly, it seemed it was taking off in slow motion. So beautiful.