distracted for 9 months

this is what i claim my own. this territory on the internet is a space i occupy. a domain i registered to put forth evidence of a gradual thought process and narrative building. i suppose you can say i have deserted it in the last few months. thinking myself undeserving of putting my thoughts down in random formats for vague purposes on the screen, I did not feel compelled to heed the expectation laid out for me in having created the blog. instead i have spent the time well- quite well. it has not been documented but i think even now i would be able to piece a slate together using photographs, dates of (travel) departure of friends, concerts, birthdays, volunteer projects and highlights of my lovers' and mine discussed, breathed, etc. - shared experiences.

I wish I could think of a metaphor for the centrifuge of events that have decorated, filled and driven my life for the past 9 months, but none, none that is appropriate in tone, comes to mind. I am working on linking the wall text for the "Fabric of Our Lives" exhibit, which I wrote, back here.

When i returned to the blog, i found it in disarray. Postings for old events that hold no water, no relevancy in such a fiercely and fearsomely fast moving universe. Humorously, I found the Flickr widget on the side of the blog co-opted by the photostream of a Chinese man (the specific region or religious affiliation I could not tell you). There are photos of monuments, natural sites and apparently- his girlfriend. And, as much as i would have liked to fix it to show some of the content from my own site, the man (who I think created this app) has demonstrated powers of technology over me. In this and this case only, it will be wiser to give up. I wish I could give up on the banner of No on Prop 8, a flag hoisted and heavy above the site, like Joe Rosenthal's "Flag Raising at Iwo Jima" but it also messing with me. I laugh at myself because I know i need to learn how to wrestle away unnecessary HTML alone/independently...without the patient hand of my gadget queen.

Yes, they'll be some cleaning up to do, but sooner than later, new growths, (more like plants rather than hair or fungus) will spring up on this medium. it will be a desahogo, a place for me to lay to rest my mind's fuss through ranting and humor; observations and even some intellectual curly cues.