Facebook shows us our lives. Tumblr shows us our souls.
June 2013
63 posts
and I cannot hold them.” —Katherine Larson, “The Gardens in Tunisia” (via mocsow)
I was thinking about reading one of my short stories at a writer’s meetup. That got me to thinking about reading my work out loud, and how that would add another dimension to the story. Then I read one out loud.
Hot damn. It’s kind of fun, and it’s yet another way for me to milk a body of work that I wish was larger. Anyway, for your listening pleasure I present the first installment of Scotty Weeks Audio Fiction: Cheese Wizardry
My friend Scotty giving a reading.
Mom, I know you read my blog, and also Scotty likes dropping bombs… you’ve been warned, all. :) And somehow Scotty, with that, a certain cycle is complete.
This is fantastic Scotty, and your northeast accent is spot on. :wicked impressed:
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.” —Nizar Qabbani, In The Summer (via violentwavesofemotion)
I owe a number of people replies from asks. and I owe particular persons all out letters. I am super busy at work, and have few moments on the train this week it seems. I will be working through the weekend too. I’ll try and post some cell phone pics (which is what I have been doing). Fear not, you’re my inspiration. Heart felt replies are on the way.
I managed to screw up my tumblr theme. maybe it’s just time to write my own. we are supposed to get thunderstorms today. It may be a decent rainy day activity.
I opened up my own like-list on the dash to look for a post I wanted to recall. I was interrupted and forgot. When I came back to my computer I thought I was looking at the dash, and suddenly everything I wished tumblr would be came true and I loved absolutely everything. My internet wishes had been granted with sparkles and shiny, slightly out of focus things with golden thread.
Then I tried to like something, and remembered I was on my likes already. Then I realized how homogenized one’s own like-list looks, and I became disillusioned by own taste, as if I were car that had suddenly run out of fuel, but also had no reason to go on.
I fled back to the dash for the variety, the cultural graffiti, the social detritus, the awesomeness, the art, the photography, your good days, your bad days and even the random Dr Who gifs.
I realized, even though I don’t “like” many of the things that show up on the dash, that what I was really looking for from tumblr was all of your passion, inspiration, hopes, dreams, and most importantly, fun.
A little difference in taste on tumblr is a good thing. Without it, tumblr would be a city without graffiti, without street music, without dreams.
So I try to not be to quick to hit that unfollow button. Every soul is a vein in the rock, and there may be a gem along it for both of us, as long as we keep chipping away.
I don’t like all those I follow, but I sure do love following them.