I’ve had the rarest of days surfing the web (all in the name of work, I might add): jumping from one link to another, experiencing that joyous cascade of relevant information and interesting sites.
I read a briefing offered by literature training on blogging, which authenticates blogging as a creative practice, and it encouraged me to get back into the blogisphere and do a bit more exploring. I see I’m about eleven upgrades behind the current version, so have a bit of spring cleaning to do (and the filth I’m receiving in comments is beyond belief). I think I might even go with a new theme. Crucially, I’m really hoping that upgrading will allow me to use the media functionality: the flexibility of adding an image here or there, or even making some digital work especially for the blog is inspiring.
I’m reading Midnight’s Children at the moment, selected because it was very cheap at Fopp, and because it won the booker of bookers. It’s an absolute sensory pleasure, with Rushdie weaving such a vivid and deep tapestry of India. I seem to be reserving judgement about the protagonist, Saleem Sinai: his characteristic tendency to tell a detailed story, to speak (at times) to himself and to imply some weighty compulsion to write all seem a little close to home. If I could perhaps take myself less seriously, I might be able to relax into enjoying the narrator and the hint of parody. The story seems pleasantly incidental… so far, anyway. For once, I’m actually taking time over the reading, though I admit, this is in part because of the length of the book and the level of detail: it’s hard to take everything in, and I want to savour this first taste of India.
The same briefing introduced me to Domestic Ghost, whose 58 second introductory video on youtube was seducing.