i started doing it a while ago. i started merging sorabji.mobi into sorabji.com, just as a separate category, or whatever. the reason i’ve kept the .MOBI separate is because of some of the content i posted here years ago. after my father died and after certain other incidents i turned to this as a wailing wall, and i let go a lot of shit that i didn’t want washing up as search results to people who had no interest in my fascinating existence. so on account of that, and the fact that this project is pretty experimental in its way, the .MOBI is wholly blocked from legitimate search engines.
now, i recently discovered, the old content that i wanted to keep away from the prying eyes of the public Internet is messed up such that i would have to put out a lot of effort to make it readable again, and i wouldn’t mind that effort if i thought i had the appropriate time available. it’s sitting in a database, which means it’s wholly extractable and recoverable, but i just can’t deal with that now. the database is a strange format and the content, well, i don’t know if it’s even worth the trouble.
on the other hand i like the .MOBI tld, and i’m lazy when it comes to fixing stuff that already works just fine, so i’ll probbably leave things as they are.
who cares?
tomorrow i have to be somewhere. i can’t stand it. hah. i haven’t had to be anywhere by 9am (except home, in bed, after all-night drinking) for years. i wonder if i’ll even make it? i was awake this morning in that foreign country of 7am, foreign except for having seen the sun rise and my panic raised at the reality of having stayed awake through the entire goddam night.
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i just discovered my birthday is the same as FDR and Dick Cheney. strange combo. all this time i though i shared a bday with either Mozart or Schubert, but i’m only in the same few days as them.
i’m not superstitious but i remember bafflement at an oddity of coincidences during and after college: every single woman i dated from college into my late 20s was born between 10/10 and 10/20. they were all white but every single one of them only ever dated black men after being with me. maybe that’s not so odd but the first woman i ever dated in New York was another story. she was much older than me, born on 10/10. at the time we got together she was dating someone named Mark. Mark was black. Mark was born on January 30th, just like FDR, Dick Cheney and, of course, me. He was born in Washington DC and had lived in Florida. I was born in DC and mostly grew up in FL. There were other coincidences that I can’t remember now. Strange things lurk if you have an appetite for bullshit like that.
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i started printing out the payphone pictures today. many have already been printed but i’m getting a stash of copies lined up. i had thought of doing this all at once, as is typical of my overextended mindset that makes me think everything i do must be comprehensive and vast, encompassing the gamut of whatever genre in which i play. now i think it makes more sense to do it one at a time, over time, documenting the project as i go.
i’m not entirely in love with this job. it’s more a matter of shit or get off the can in the sense that i have this almost bottomless supply of raw material and content that i had better do something with so as to prevent the effort of accumulating it all to have been a waste of time.
i remember the composer a librarian friend in college described. a composer whose music filled dozens and dozens of boxes, every box filled to the brim with musicals, operas, symphonies, concertii, straing quartets… just every form of music you could think of save perhaps for acid rock.
after this composer’s death his estate grandly donated the collected papers and all the known scores. this composer’s name (perhaps mercifully, for him) slipped from my memory long ago. a truckload of scores arrived at the college library to be sorted and cataloged. the librarians and faculty composers and musicologists looked over the music. it was godawful. page after page of brutal hackwork, garbage content from end to end, no redeeming value or substance to be gleaned, not a single spark of inspiration or joy. just obsessively and compulsively produced drek.
but the guy thought he was awesome, and his cronies seemed to agree.
it’s awful when that happens.
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it is time to unload some junk. time to honor the 6 month rule, which says that if you haven’t used it in 6 months then it goes into the rubbish. although i have found that some things are exempt. this bluetooth mouse i’m using sat in the closet for a couple of years before i got this Nexus tablet and found an actual use for the bluetoothed rodent.
but there is a nonfunctional video camera sitting on my floor. it’s been there for over 2 years. it was a well-intentioned Christmas gift that just didn’t work. it is the giftyness about it that makes me hesitate to trash it.
