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Category: diarium

changes

This past Tuesday, Michelle and I made a day trip up to Vancouver, BC. We saw a black squirrel, ate some plants, and warmed our hands. It was fun.

I was going through some old photographs with my mom, and it’s really interesting how old age is like adolescence. Except backwards. While my cousin and I “grew up” considerably over the past few years, my grandparents have gotten noticeably older. And of course, old age can resemble childhood, in the sense that the elderly often need to be cared for in ways similar to children.

On a slightly less depressing note, this is what the Lions Gate Bridge (connecting downtown Vancouver with North & West Vancouver) looked like in 2005.

The Lion's Gate Bridge in 2005

And a beautiful song by Kate Havnevik:

se meg
som jeg er
ta det som kommer
viser meg
hvor jeg er
hvor jeg skal
og hvem du er

belated

I have trouble keeping a blog updated. If you know me at all, this fact should not be difficult to understand. Indeed, I rewrote the previous sentence about 6 times, and this very sentence several times. I may even rewrite them again after finishing this paragraph; they just don’t sound quite right. Nevertheless, I shall soldier on, as it were.

When I make a blog post, I have an expectation that it will be interesting, full of content, and well-cited or linked. A good example is my 2009 influenza A(H1N1) S-OIV “swine flu” (and a variety of other uninformative names) post. It’s a thing of beauty, brimming with citations and…other things. Nobody really cares.

Unfortunately, while it can be very time-consuming to develop a thought into a well-conceived contribution worthy of posting, doing so is only for my own benefit. I’m pretty sure no more than 3 people found my aforementioned post the least bit interesting. I occasionally drop incomplete or less tedious ideas into this blog, but that is mostly out of a feeling of obligation to prevent it disintegrating entirely from lack of use.

All of this is a very long way of saying that, perhaps, I will make an effort to post more spontaneous or raw ideas, generally briefer (and coincidentally more interesting) than I would otherwise prefer, for the sake of actually putting something into this sad excuse for a blog.

With luck, I will also learn to write. Seriously.

acer palmatum dissectum

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I made a typology for ART 140. I am rather fond of it. Perhaps I will write about it at length when I am not so exhausted. Perhaps I will not. It is a mystery.