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Knowledge resources

As I seek improvement in my web writing, I am gathering all information possible. I have found a great site that speaks to every aspect of electronic writing that interests me. I have been perusing it this morning and intend to absorb it completely.

Ironically I find the design of the site extremely flawed-- information overload. I think it's a bad idea to put so many links and other sources on each page. I much prefer a clean, uncluttered style conducive to the absorption of information-- like Winter Light, hee hee.

Lately I have been cataloguing the web for myself. There are many mega-sites that try to catalog the web, but there are so many broken links.

The most fascinating one I have found so far is Voice of the Shuttle. I have already discovered dozens of valuable resources there. I'm making my own library of links, specifically interactive fiction links for The Summerhouse as I continue its development.

I have felt a lull in creativity for The Summerhouse lately. It's hard to hold all those rooms in my head when I have so many other things crowded up there, too. I just haven't had the right concentration/energy/time ratio to accomplish any of my "true" work lately. I am hitting a sudden and steep incline. I have recently found how much I truly have to do to improve myself, and the climb is daunting.

It was snowing this morning on the way to work. It was forbiddingly cold. I was grateful for the swirly atmosphere, which went well with Amarantine.

We have a few activities planned for this weekend-- I am very much looking forward to them. I need some enrichment, and I need something to take pictures of!

They have been my trophies lately, my souvenirs. Because I have taken so many pictures in the past four years, I remember those years better-- weekends, short events that would have faded to obscurity without the media. I can only imagine how much it will mean to me when I am much older.

When I got my 486 with a sound card, I played extensively with the voice recorder. What wouldn't I give to have those files now? My fourteen-year-old self would seem so much more alive to me.

I am fascinated with the idea of cyborgs as well-- being one with one's computer. For one thing, I do not want to be physically attached to my computer, and new technology is making that feasible. I read books on my Treo, I take pictures, record voice posts. All these will be sent to my computer however, and then some of it to the Internet. Even my needlework is connected. Sometimes I feel inspired to complete another row just for the picture I can take of it, perhaps to share with online groups. This does not seem wrong. I feel that I am connected to my computer all the time by an invisible thread. It's just important that the thread remain invisible. For me, actually being on the computer is not life. That's why I find research so difficult, and that's why I'm doing this link cataloguing. I hope to make the best material into documents for my Treo.

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