Eight pages down yesterday, same again today (plus cover notes, plus fixing yesterday’s pages). Had flowers delivered to relative for birthday, took receipt of century-old hunting horn for partner’s birthday. There were specific reasons for choosing this gift unrelated to hunting of animals, a practise we are not in favour of.
I spent some of last night re-reading those notes on blogging process by Cory Doctorow, and hung up on the bit where he describes email and social media as his “social telephones.” Not only did that summon memories of the “social letterbox” idea that became Little Printer (I think I probably threw mine away when the company shut down, it had sharp pointy bits and I couldn’t load the paper without cutting my fingers, but there is a volunteer group keeping it alive – I loved my Little Printer despite the sharp pointy bits and the box I had to plug into the router to make it work)… but also, I guess, hung up on “what would that be like?” I have 82 emails in my inbox and they’re almost all newsletters and delivery notifications. I live and work in social silence. Having social telephones sounds both thrilling and stressful.
What is that like?
Listening to Night Tracks, playing a Marc Chagall documentary on Netflix (on mute) over the top, Bloomberg Daybreak currently muttering in the background. My resting heart rate is stubbornly stuck at 74.
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