Monthly Archive for September, 2011
Klout reminds me this morning that my “influence” has dropped 50%. I guess this is what happens when one doesn’t participate in cyberspace these days, you get an automated email: “Hey! YOU’RE not the cool kid!” Yikes.
The truth is I’m so busy, I can’t believe it. I got into that Statistics class I was hoping to avoid because last week it was full. It’s still full, but now with me in it. Damn. That’s good. Right?
Fortunately, I had the foresight to hike up to Manitoulin Island to visit my dad on his new farm before it all began. The farm is not actually new, he moved up there two years ago, but this was my first venture. If you’re wondering why it took me so long look at the map.
So, while I was there, dad worked. I did nothing except wander around and photograph small and wild things. And try to capture the moon and clouds. And poke around in his private business. I brought back his journals from 1966 to 1977 among other bits and bobs. And it turns out that my dad is perhaps a bit of a book thief, so I now own a couple books which previously graced the libraries of Ken Iverson and Adin Falkoff.
Incidentally, Sage, the infamous cat in the box loves country life and slept at my feet while I was visiting.
Now it’s back to the rate race. Hey! Up my Klout! I wanna be the cool kid again!
(Just kidding. I know it’s not Klout that makes me cool. To borrow from Manuel Simone, it’s intellectual badassness.)