2008[1] hasn’t been so great for me and the regular blogging, has it? at least so far. All that may change, for everything changes, so some one once said, somewhere. But who knows if yo[2] was telling the truth or not. Maybe nothing changes. Maybe everything stays the same but we just can’t cope with such monotony and so trick ourselves into believing that the world was different once upon a time. Maybe the past isn’t a different country at all.
*/whatever that was *
I had the weirdest of dreams last night; never fear I shan’t bore you with the fuzzy details that linger on in my memory. I’ll just tell you that it involved dead bodies, weird soldiers, life on the run, and other such exciting adventures.
Dreams can be quite strange you know.
Linknotes:
- When will we start to drop the two thousand bit? ↩
- the new hip non-gender-specific term to use ↩
You have indeed been a bit absent thus far in 2008, but it is nice to hear from you when you do pop in over here. Hope the year picks up steam for you soon.
Please, do bore us! That's why we're here – to hear all the mundane and strange details of your life. If you don't post them, I'll have to like, call you or something. Shudder, gasp etc.
Hopefully Carl. Its a bit odd to be non-blogging so often, if that makes any sense :)
Harlequin the details are full of the boredom. Recounting the minutia of changing the status of catalogue records is in no one's interest :)
*snore* :-)
Huh. *blinking* I hadn't heard about the "yo" thing. I must be living under a rock.
Dreams are funny things. In them I find it odd though that I never am aware of my feet on the ground, yet I apparently walk. Hmm. As far as when they drop the '20', I'd guess somewhere at about 21. It doesn't sound right at 20, but 21 on is good. Not so scientific, is it?
I think that's a very profound point you made, about how we persuade ourselves of the reality of change in order to relieve boredom. I think the role of boredom in history and human life is greatly underrated. Or rather, the desire for change, for variation. If one element separates one part of your life from others, you remember that element.
T.S. Eliot said that dwell in satisfaction on the differences between one poet and the other, one art period and the other, when the similarities are more important. I think it's also true of our reading of history. The fifties were probably much like the sixties, in most places, at least for the first few years, but it doesn't please our aesthetic sensibilities to admit it. I'm sure that Paris and London are more alike than different.
Um. Maybe I'm making too much of a throwaway remark. Which is kind of appropriate to my whole point, insofar as I HAVE one.
See my previous comment!
;-D
Colleen, I'm subbed to a few word feeds and get fascinating tidbits like that every now and then. Fun fun fun. :)
Livewire now that you mention it I don't know if I had feet or not in my dream. I must have, I as living life on the run, but at the same time, I just don't know.
Mal I am profound in everything I say and every thing I do.
Wake up H, your snoring is disturbing me.
Maybe you were living life on the hover?
Apologies for snorage – am a night insomniac with no brain power so can't help nodding off when things get too deeeeeeep for me. :-)