iPod: The Modern Divining Rod

Wandering around my friend's apartment yesterday, it struck me that I was using my iPod to find wireless signal much like some ancient fools (or geniuses?) used divining rods to find water.

A thought for you to consider.

In Short, London is Fabulous

I was going to write a big long post about my first day in London but I am coming to realize that my WiFi enabled iPod is not going to cut it- a serious disruption in the flow of my thoughts. I'll just have to write it by hand and you will all get the delayed commentary. In short, London is dapper, cosmopolitan, international, bustling and eye-popping. Cheerio!

London Calling

Apologies, I've been Missing in (in)Action, dealing with things, events, applications and personal stuff -- and now I am heading off to London, Oxford and Bath for 10 days, so an update, a rumination, a photoessay will all have to wait (but a deluge of information and thoughts can be expected circa December 12, unless I have access to a computer earlier).

London is calling and I have to get this one...

Autumnal Textures of New York

A visual sampling of my weekend in New York City...

..to a young poet

"Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write."

~Rilke

What We Do, Who We Are

Three weeks into unemployment, I have come to realize how much I am defined by what I do. In these days of grad school applications and leisurely cooking and reading, I find myself feeling anxious sometimes, peaceful some other times and questioning most of the time. Without a job, without that filler of most of daily activity, what am I?

It is a challenging question with which to wrestle. I am trying to just let things be, but sometimes I get to myself, paranoid about cash flow and doubtful of the future. While the job I choose should ultimately be fulfilling and worthwhile since I would spend most of my waking hours doing said job, who I am is also something separate from that job. I'm not sure if it's the Internet age we live in or the rally to productivity that seems to always be broadcasting inside me, but I feel like I can take action and commandeer my life.

And if I step back and look at myself, my emotional ups and downs, my moments of peace at letting things slide and my moments of anxiety at wanting to make things happen, I can only smile. I've seen it all before, and one day I'll find a way out of the cyclical process. Even more likely, every now and then I'll have a moment of clarity and be happy with the spot just where I am, what I am doing and who I am.

Ominous Night