cheese factor number nine

sanity has been restored. blog activity has dropped back to near-normal levels (a certain cat still drops by every now and then, which is still more than this blog ever used to see), something that's been both a disappointment and a relief at the same time.

either way, my discovery of M. John Harrison's Nova Swing notwithstanding, the past few days have seen me suffering from blogger fatigue, and so i haven't really felt like putting my thoughts on anything up here.

however, every now and then an occasion pops-up in my personal life that restores a certain vitality to the proceedings, takes a bit of the unwanted edge off, and therefore, i feel, deserves comment.

the last month has been utterly bug-fuck crazy-hair for me, such that i've felt the need to create another refuge for myself elsewhere in cyberspace. it's been a whole lot of fun, mind you, but there are things that that kind of activity just cannot or otherwise does not help you deal with, and instead serves to bury them in the back of your mind, to ambush you in your most unguarded moments (which is generally when such things catch your attention in a meaningful and significant way, anyway).

thankfully, the last week has slowly brought things back to a kind of tranquility. back to zen.

there are people in your life that help define your world. they aren't necessarily or exactly a part of your life, no; everyone's much too busy with their own lives these days to be that. nonetheless, they help make your world, and without them, things just don't seem quite right.

a few of them had, despite the smallness of the world as viewed through the lens of the internet, and reflecting the true geographical size of it we tend to forget due to the illusion projected through that lens, disappeared from my "coverage area" for a significant amount of time. a couple of them just popped back into range.

when we get back together, just for an hour or two or three or seven, even after ages and aeons and other such hyperboles of time, it's as if those gaps never were, and after, everything seems as it should be. no problems are solved, disasters are not averted, no lives change course: world history is not defined by those moments.

and yet they are the most important things in the universe.

for having had such moments last night, i must say, i'm immensely pleased.

we don't see each other a lot anyway, but it's nice just knowing our area codes aren't that far away.







right, well, it isn't as if i didn't warn you.