Background Noise: Simone Dinnerstein's Bach Variations
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Random Thought: Sometimes i don't read good
Mood: here's to a slow morning
“I wrote my friend a letter using a highlighting pen. But he could not read it, he thought I was trying to show him certain parts of a piece of paper.” ~Mitch Hedberg
There is something languorously delicious in the concept of writing a letter*; for me it conjures images of summer vacation on or near the water with the shade, the breeze, and time, epic, grand, sweeping amounts of disconnected time where, with the lulling, lapping sounds of the waves and aided by a warm cup of coffee or a cold glass of wine you have the luxury of abandoning the frantic and frenetic sound-bite communications of the day for the sweeping prose of a letter; unhurried in meter and meandering in measure, you finally are allowed to grasp at the beauty of language and form in order to share a moment with another.
Oh yes, from here in my over cooled office amidst the million emails and dozen ichat windows, my facebook inbox and wall, and the various feeds of constantly flowing information, taking the time to stop and read and write to someone outside of this fast-paced, overly focused world is quite delicious. Being allowed to, or asked to, take a moment and step off the track and write to someone who won't have heard your stories before, or have read that piece of news already, it's... yes, almost like a mini summer vacation. Almost like i'm on my boat on the water with the waves with time to breathe and choose my words.
And i can almost forget how jealous i am of those who have more of their summer to enjoy on the water, with the waves and the breeze, the heat and the rain.
Now, granted, I have a feeling a good deal of my current fondness for the concept of a letter comes from my trip home, the friends i met there, and how much i wish i was still on vacation (i need another week, at least.) And maybe as i sink back into life here at work i'll move away from enjoying the slower pace of decided back and forth correspondence.
But for right now? Bring on the prose; hey, who knew writing not code could be this fun?
*please note by 'letter' i'm referring to form and not pens, paper, and actual mail; we all know how much of a disaster writing letters would be for me if i actually had to mail something or, heaven forbid, check my real life mailbox for a reply.
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