\t\t\t\tI was in a text message conversation with somebody just now. On account of that I walked around the block a few times instead of entering the library. That’s because I speak my text messages. I have to speak clearly and somewhat loudly to do that with a minimum of voice recognition errors. While many people at this and other libraries seem to think talking in full voice is acceptable I do not.<\/p>\n
So that’s how I spotted a new Radisson hotel going up at 37th Ave. and 12th St. What an asshole location for a hotel. I mean 21st Street is bad enough but at least it’s a main thoroughfare. Unlike others I don’t have a problem with the hotels popping up around here. They’ve been sprouting for a number of years now, but not exactly in plague-like quantities. The Verve Hotel has been converted into a homeless shelter, but I think that is the only instance of that in this immediate vicinity.<\/p>\n
I wonder if it is the mark of the Flaneur to feel like you do not want to be anywhere. I do not want to be anywhere right now. Not here, not at home, not on a bus. I want to shit until my innards are vacated.<\/p>\n
I did some work toward making the new web site completely invisible to the commercial searchies. I am surprised that the discussion of what constitutes a search engine never seems to include archive.org, which gobbles up web content for eternal archiving. I blocked Archive’s user agents along with the usual suspects, using a few lines of .htaccess code. But making myself completely unknown and non-existent to the searchies can’t be as simple as just that. Sorabji.MOBI is not indexed, or at least it wasn’t the last time I checked. But it is a known entity. If you search for the domain name it shows up as having a robot.txt exclusion, making a preview of the content not done. I don’t even want that to be possible. I probably have a better chance of doing this right from the gate, since it is a new domain name…<\/p>\n
Random book pulled from a shelf at the library: Ted Bell’s “WARRIORS”, an Alex Hawke novel. Hawke I guess is a James Bond type of dude. Chapter 35 references a drone attack on a funeral at Arlington National Cemetery. There’s a ghastly idea. That place was probably the busiest, most bustling cemetery I’ve visited. So much history. I was there not for a full day, with no delusions that I had enough time to even begin to absorb its totality. I got pictures and it seemed like half the names on the stones had New York Times<\/em> obituaries written about their careers in the military or public service.<\/p>\n I was sorry to learn later that one of my grade school teachers, Ruth Allyn, was buried there. I wasn’t sorry or surprised that she had passed. She would have been quite elderly by now. I was just sorry that I didn’t know she was there when I visited, as seeing her stone would have made for an unexpected personal connection to that cemetery.<\/p>\n Amongst all the tourists and gawkers there were continuous burial services taking place. It felt a bit constipated and conflicted at first, this meeting of touristic gawkery with solemn ritual. For me the real buzz was simply seeing so much activity. Most times I see people at Calvary they act like they don’t want to be seen, or like they don’t feel like they should be there. But that’s on the rare occasion I see anyone at all.<\/p>\n Maybe I will go there right now. It is cold out, but always warm in the chapel.<\/p>\n \t\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was in a text message conversation with somebody just now. On account of that I walked around the block a few times instead of entering the library. That’s because I speak my text messages. I have to speak clearly and somewhat loudly to do that with a minimum of voice recognition errors. While many […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4,8,29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13957","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-aslic","category-calvary-stories","category-text","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paumAn-3D7","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13957","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13957"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13957\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13957"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13957"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13957"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}