Truckin' in my hedfones

Heh.
What a long strange trip.
I've had waaaay much taime to browse my own archives.. kinda straightening up and stacking things. I'm building a pile w/as many of my old files as possible stacked up in chronological order. The first three or four hundred pages were pretty easy 'cause MOST of what I've done in the relative last three years has been put in discrete, easily dated packages. Today, I pushed the pagecount over 600 w/the addition of some spew from '91 - '93. I found an "introduction" to what had been an earlier attempt @sorting the archives. I've modified it only a TINY bit for this post.

Please like me.
Yeah, it might be a cry for attention but what I got you all here
for is the actual unveiling of the comp task.. yeah, somehow I knew
THAT was coming. The task is to sort through some old computer
files I've collected and roughly assembled to form the foundation
of a project I call the Great Worx.. Oh. And this is like the
culmination of the hopes and dreams of the Celebrated Author..
Great, I'm so glad you're keeping up so well. Maybe even a bit
ahead. So the actual deal, the wreal deal is, um, the fake
chronology. The bits were put together..um, about the bits..
yeah well I sat down and just let my fingers do the talking and
mainly tried to kick my mind out of gear and the bits are a
string of gems that I generated between March 1991 and April '93
then picking up again in July 2006 and carrying to the relative
present. Now, about the dates, um, this is what makes the
chronology a fake, the bits got collected out of a kazillion
files.. There are still abuncha files to sort and there's not an
entry for, like, every day and the days aren't precisely in order
and most of the string don't nearly include everything I generated
during that span. There are a couple of notable runs that pretty
much DO include nearly everything I generated for a few particular
weex, um, and earlier efforts to pull those scattered runs together
are what generated this, the largest, I think, allegedly coherent
collection of my musings that I've assembled.. The comp task..

Now, priming the phenomenal pump or going to the well might be
just as apt description.. um, beginning with the phenom of writing
to the page, or screen - as the case may be. Y'see, it's like a
running gag, page humor, that serves to remind that the association
driving the fingers often tends to be to how the page loox as I
cling to it.. hmmmm.. I can see that trying to explain this thing
is a large mistake with tremendous opportunity for needless
expansion. Y'see, the more I try to explain what happens and why,
the more I feel compelled to provide more and more backgrounding.
A fine example is the concept of writing to the page. The simple
explanation is that I'm writing about what's on my mind and when
I think about how what I just wrote loox then I start writing
about what I just wrote and how it sits on the page/screen and..
well, I think we can all see how a simple twist gets to be a braid
in a hurry. Which is not to denigrate braids, in fact, braiding
serves as an excellent metaphor. I have collected a handful of
strings, loose threads if you like, and braided them into the
thread that I then wove into this fabric which is a swatch of the
Great Worx.. a tapestry.. a travesty..


-km-