this may or may not be true, but I am testing the postulate yet again.
Maintaining a master list, within which each item receives its own secondary and sometimes tertiary list. It would seem this is infinitely reducible, but it does manage to yield real-world results, not the least of which shall hopefully be the production of weekly writings (usually in response to some area or converging areas of inquiry) to be posted herein or "above" as the layout may dictate. I love that in the world of the web-log, the present remains at eye-level, forcing the past into the basement, sub-basement, sub-sub-basement, through, it would seem, to some infernal core of obscurity and information somewhere deep beneath us. What is the past but long beneath us, eerily propping us up, balanced as on the top shell of an infinite descent of tortoises?
I scribbled madly last night. This is true. It was at the same time a pure and convoluted thought, but it so happens that scribbling madly, no matter the quality of the outcome, does tend to put one in a more productive frame of mind.
I have some major projects going, and a way to produce on all of them for a significant, if finite, period of time. You should see some of the results by the end of the weekend.
I remain, as ever, lost. But that's just me all over. We wouldn't have it any other way, would we?
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