wordsimageslife
an exploration of life as a parent & designer

Duh...

Blocked. Totally and thoroughly blocked on a creative level for the past few weeks. Barely a word or a design has been finished and this, my first blog in almost a month shows only that I'm still around. Many issues at hand, many irons in the fire. Many things to say or not be said. Life is that way. Read an interesting essay that took the position that stories are lies, and life is really the only reality. Stories, in the literary sense, are too clean and predictable. Why have not more authors taken the road of literary experimentation taken by Joyce in Ulysses? I've been awake for three hours and this is my moment of productivity and all too soon, the kids will awake and it will be gone. Rather, I'll be doing more important duties than computer related functioning. The laptop is basically becoming dysfunctional. If anyone comes across an IBook on the cheap, think of me and my now hinge-free PowerBook screen. Hey, but it does run OSX 10.4, so I'm not totally complaining. And as long as I run up and the down the stairs every hour to switch batteries, I'm fine. Yes, of course, I could work as I am now on the desktop. But for some reason the laptop is much preferred. It's all mental. It's the freedom of not being tied to a desk and a chair. It's the ability to move outside, around the house. Whereever I want to be. Down the street at the neighborhood cafe and its free wireless. I rant. I create. I border on wordy hysteria to escape the walls that have surrounded my creative self for the past month. Harken to the future where lays whatever may be there. It's word play, it's whatever comes to mind. It's dribble that only matters to me and you if you care. The call from the kids has come. Hats are switched. This is done for now.