New Year's at the lake

Tuesday, January 06, 2004
6:19 AM: There is a full moon setting over Jacobsen’s point.

Kurt's movies: I saw “Hard Times,” after watching 15 minutes of “Road to Perdition” and deciding S would like it.

I need to document my reading of "Pattern Recognition” – bought on “Bryan's report and downloaded to the Palm.

8:11 AM: The near-future in cyberspace, up close and personal: some of it is surely guessable:

highly-configurable visual/audible/tactile equipment for interactive RPGs, programmed adventures, and chat

bizaarely-complex obsessive/addictive relationships between persons and systems and among associates in CMC

ubiquitous virtual worlds of sound and image, as real as childhood

sharp divergences of social class, custom, and character, as a few individuals surrounded with clouds of Net access become educated and skilled in ways most of us won’t understand

12:39 PM: What a tech support day...
Now, with Beethoven and coffee and a small fire in the fireplace and the snowy yard …
I’ve missed you, old Ludwig van: the dancing mice in Op 131, 5 “Presto.” 6 “Adagio quasi un poco andante.”

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
"Little Gidding"

and back to you, John Berryman.