“where is my stuff?”
sometimes i am wondering if the moving process lately has changed my perspective on things. the things in the house are not all mine, like the washing machine, the fridge and the sofa, the nice lamp lighting the table where i’m typing now. these things i’ll have to give up once i move again. other things i can see that i probably should get rid of, not being the nicest and having way too many of them (dining chairs, this means you). why do i necessarily want to keep everything forever? in a really bad example, if i had to keep ikea furniture forever i think i would scream.
and yet also why would i want to keep the “744 artists, 30 days, 75.01 GB” of songs in itunes until my hard drive died? blah. maybe the absolute out of print, can’t find a download anywhere kind i would backup somewhere like that icloud concept, apart from the spare hard drive.
i’ve been trying on booki.sh as an online e-book reader, since i don’t have an actual e-reader or an ipad. the interface looks cute enough and the fonts and spacing are just as adjustable as an e-reader, and i can read books bought from readings straight away, or upload ones i bought (but broke the drm, shhhh). because i can’t stand clunky adobe digital editions…
online music has got me hooked too. copyright notwithstanding, i am currently indebted to pates tapes. right now i’m listening to the “cafe: music to dine talk and read to” tape (click the ye olde analog tapes on the menu) and have a series of js bach concertos harpsichording away. besides being effective to write a blog entry, to, it made me get up and finally do the dishes too. a lot of the stuff he has uploaded there i would never download to listen to separately in a hundred years, but that’s where mix tapes win, right?








