You know those days when you feel positive and upbeat and full of energy? This isn’t one of those days for me, so I apologize in advance.
I still think that the new spiral fluorescent light bulbs are cool, but I see a potential problem showing up if they become popular: each of these bulbs contains a tiny bit of mercury. This isn’t enough to cause a health hazard, but it does mean that you can’t just throw your old CFL bulbs out – you have to take them to a special place where hazardous stuff is taken care of. If millions of consumers start buying CFL bulbs, how many of these consumers are just going to throw the bulbs out when they burn out? Will that create an environmental hazard a few years down the road?
The problem is that new inventions sometimes have unexpected uses or consequences. The telephone was apparently originally intended as a broadcast medium, not as a method of person-to-person communication. The development of universal broadband Internet access has accelerated the trend towards outsourcing – if you can send megabytes of files from North America to countries such as India (and vice versa) quickly and efficiently, outsourcing your company’s computer needs becomes more practical. And DDT, now considered lethal to the environment, was once hailed as a saviour because it reduced the threat of malaria.
The blank verse spam poetry I got in my email today is hauntingly beautiful, at least up until the ending:
Winds blow sharp, what then?
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Are muffled into silence that refuses
Preface to the 1970 Edition
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
That open before me? What I see
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off
Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
That desire has ever built, have approached
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I love F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby to pieces. I can’t really tell you why. It’s set in the 1920s, which helps: I’ve always been a sucker for that period of history. Perhaps it’s the ending:
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I’m getting old enough that I know this feeling all too well. The Great Gatsby is in the public domain: you can check it out here or here.
Lately, I’ve been on a mission to try to get caught up on what’s new in music. I fell behind a bit after emusic.com stopped offering unlimited downloads for a fixed monthly price, but am trying to catch up now. Now, I think I’m up to what was cool about six years ago!
Three different friends of mine have directly or indirectly recommended Sigur Rós, so I got hold of a copy of their Ágætis Byrjun album. (I had to cut and paste to get the proper special characters – I have no idea how this will read on your browser.) This is perfect for a gloomy late fall day: it’s atmospheric and it kind of swoops at you.
I like moody, atmospheric bands (as I mentioned already, I’ve been listening to a lot of Slowdive lately). Given my tendency to feel gloomy lately, I should probably be listening to more cheerful songs – such as “Pop Goes The World” by Men Without Hats, which is the most fun dumb song I know – but fuck that. I’m going to save the cheerful stuff for when I feel cheerful. Besides, I’d rather feel intense emotion, even if it’s bad, than feel nothing at all. I get scared when I go numb.