July 20, 2004
Lost Glove #22
Lost glove with lost penny.
I'm pretty sure this wasn't here last night when I photographed #21 just 50 feet away. I walked back and forth between them to confirm that they were not a complete pair, but two different lost singles.
July 19, 2004
Lost Glove #21
On Gilman at the entrance to the stub of Rainier that goes to Zetec and is being contemplated as a third freeway crossing for our macadam-obsessed town.
This is about 20 feet from where glove #3 was.
I need to make a map while I can still remember where I saw them all.
July 18, 2004
Multitudes
Sometimes I have trouble believing in other people.
My family exists, I know that, and the people I work with. And the people I know at the library and at church. Some of my neighbors seem to exist.
But those people's families I'm dubious about. And people in cars driving around my suburban town, their existence is uncertain at best. People in cities I've never been to fade into vanishing unlikeliness.
Maybe this is why I am so fascinated by sites like Look At Me where hundreds of found photographs are posted showing people disconnected from their reality, recorded on film, scanned into bits and given new presence on the web. Clearly that man proud of his new car existed. And those women with their daughters on their front stoop must have been real. You can see it in their eyes. They have a roast in the oven. They're going for a walk around the neighborhood after supper. Those pictures are mostly old, from the middle of the last century and earlier. So even though those people existed when the pictures were taken they could be gone now.
Another site of the kind is Found Photos which is made up of photos pulled from public directories of people's home computers. Smiling babies. Sleeping pets. Drunk girls flashing their tits. Laughing friends. Countless shots of people doing the webcam stare. These pictures could have been taken last week or yesterday or five minutes ago.
Looking at these pictures I start to get a little of the feel of how many people there really are in the world. They all have friends and daily routines. It's like standing on a precipice or looking at the stars when I start to get the sense that all these people are truly going about their lives, breathing the same air as I am.
Two in my house, thirty in my block, hundreds in my neighborhood, 11,000 in my town, six million in my state, almost 300 million in my country, over six billion in the world. They're all really real. It's boggling.
July 09, 2004
July 06, 2004
Aggregators
Lazy web request:
Anybody got an RSS aggregator they really like? I'm reading from three different computers, all unfortunately running some version of windows. The idea of a web-based aggregator appeals for this reason, but bloglines didn't blow my socks off when I tried it for a couple of days a few months ago...
What would be perfect for me is something that makes the blogosphere look like usenet used to ;-)
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