Faces everywhere!

Doug would talk about seeing faces everywhere but I didn't quite understand him, 

Now I do, and I've begun to see faces everywhere,,,

Even if we don't necessarily live in an anthropomorphic world, we do tend to create one around ourselves...

         

          One of the big obstacles, of late, in keeping me from more regular writing (and there are several projects just left hanging) has been the gift I received of a Kindle Fire for Christmas.  It has become the new Electronic Attention Sink which calls for much more time from the little child in me. 

          Although initially skeptical of its value as a reading platform, I’ve come to actually appreciate it for just that.  The backlit screen makes it a little hard to read out of doors, but then again just how often do I really read anything outside these days?  That same backlighting comes in very handing in reading inside, and especially at night.  I can even read in bed with the lights out now, with far less eye strain!

          But it’s not just reading the damned thing that has been sucking in so much time.  There was a learning curve to finding books on the Usenet, although now I find myself simultaneously picking through old leavings there and drowning in the wide variety of books I have to read when I open the reader.  Then I started learning how to use eCalibre to convert pdf files, and now I’m looking for mobi file editors.  It just goes on and on, a very efficient Electronic Attention Sink, though I am at least pleased it hasn’t become a dollar sink for Amazon every time I want to get something new to read.

Sitting By My Window

Sitting by my window, grey cloud of a day clinging to the ground, contemplating the blessedness of solitude and the selflessness of anonymity.  It’s not half bad, no, it’s not half  bad.

I've often wondered about the psychological import of blogging.  Sure, there are those who do wonderful blogs that really do share with a large number of others, but there are also blogs like this one, one which I doubt seriously more than a handful of people, if any at all, will actually read.

One of the original conceits was this would be something to offer people at my funeral, an insight into who this strange son of a buckeroo who'd do an obituary page before the fact was.  But that is, indeed, quite a conceit, and I do recognize it as such. But that doesn't keep me from engaging in it anyway.  It does keep me entertained on foggy grey mornings such as this, substituting as a journal of sorts, a diary with a key set next to it with a tag on that key saying "Read me, please, read me."

Perhaps it says something about the anonymity of life in a world that has grown so large that it's possible to virtually disappear into it, a part of the world but apart from it.  Writing is, after all, one of those intensely private activities; at least it is for me, despite the fact that it may be engaged in while amongst, yet somehow shielded from them at the same time.

Yet, in this blog sort of mode and any other sort of publicly offered writing, it is thrown out there like baited hooks into the ocean, hoping to get a nibble or even a bite.  But the real value in organizing and writing is not so much in what it offers those who read, but in what offers those who write.  In other words, it's selfish in more ways than one,   One selfishly hopes the reader will pay more attention to the writer vicariously by reading, while also selfishly devoting time to creating the world story that gives meaning to one's own life at the same time.

Just checking in...

Just checking in....

I found this website again, and suddenly realized that it was one I'd created and recently forgotten.  Better check in, a check up from the neck up, and realize a better way to utilize it than to just ignore it...

Sego Canyon

Back from Southeast Utah, and it's time for some posts!

First for some pictures of Sego Canyon, one of the more famous and accessible of the Barrier Canyon style pictograph sites, with a number of Fremont style and historic petroglyphs. 

Who is Chaz Swenson?

Why, it's me, of course!!!  Who else?

Becoming enamored of this blog thing, and imbuded of enough vanity to consider m'self worthy of being placed out in front of the whole world in all m'rapidly fading glory, this is the cri d'couer that lies offered at the feet of you, the universe in all it's unfolding.