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well, if you can all bear with me for one last time, I’m moving digital house again. And I do promise it will be the last time in a long while. It’s my very own site and my very own domain, back up and running for the first time in over two years, and it’s awful nice to be home. And everything’s paid up for a good five years, so there’s no reason to go anywhere for quite some time.
where are we going? (that is if y’all are still with me. and by y’all, I mean all 10 of you. I may not have a lot of readers, but, as my grandmother always said when she had to get into a bragging rites war with rivals with more procreative prodigy than my mum and her brood of one, we go in for quality around here, not quantity.) since german squatters laid hold of my first digital home, we’re going to the less commerical and more patriotic venue of http://www.meadow4.ca/imperfectoffering. It’s good to be home.
Installing wordpress on my host server wasn’t too terribly difficult, but I did have to ask for some help from my host support crew, who are as quick on the draw and friendly as ever, and who work on the weekends apparently. The only draw back is that although wordpress imports everything and the horse you rode in on from other sites, it’s terrible at importing stuff from its wordpress sites. So I’ve been able to bring only my posts andnot my comments nor my links. There are ways to do both I’m told but they seem very complex and tedious and I hope no one will be too offended if I wait until they develop a better way to do it.
more finds from the digital frontier: the latest edition of firefox has a bunch of new toys called extension (about 1800 of them, in fact) that you can add on at will. Some are more fun than useful, like my Homestar Runner toolbar, thank you very much.
some still need tweaking, like performancing, which is a robust “blog it” kind of button allowing for easy posting, but while it works with my blogger account, it doesn’t recognize my login for wordpress.
some I’m not wholly convinced of their utility, but I’m willling to waste many hours of assessment. Like “jet eye.” You create an account, and the jet eye window sits where your history window might. When you come across a cool page, you can drop the link, or bits of text or a picture or whatever into a “jet pack.” This can then be shown, modified, and shared with others. Kind of like a free floating collective blog/wiki. Something appealing about this to me. Not sure what to do with it yet.
But Diigo! Diigo lets you annotate webpages, among other things. You create an account (all of these accounts are free), and then while you’re viesing a web page, you can highlight a bunch of text and, in effect, leave a permanent sticky note on that site, so whenever you view it, you can view your annotation. You can also make these annotations public to other diigo users.
I have wanted a tool like this for at least five years. This changes everything.
Every time we talk about how splintered the various poetry communities are in toronto, i bring myself to the conclusion that this is a condition of size. if there were only 20 people in the city interested in going to poetry readings, we’d all end up at the same place. if there was only one regular poetry reading series in the city, we’d all go, and take whatever they gave us. heck, growing up in st. kitt’s, there was only one venue for art of any kind: the Niagara Artist’s Centre. In my last year of high school, when I finally found a crowd i truly wanted to be part of, we would go to NAC any time they had something going, no matter what it was. I first saw the surrealist film Un Chien Andalou there. I first heard Kurt Swinghammer play there. I remember some one act play about the Mata Hari. And I have a vague blur of countless art exhibitions. As enriching as it was, I’ve just figured it was a condition of cultural impoverishment.
So, today, I came across the website for The Bowery Poetry Club, in NYC, and see that they’ve got events featuring hip hop, spoken word, slam, and the likes of Brian Kim Stefans, Lisa Jarnot, and Edwin Torres. Is this cross pollination a product of scarcity again? It would seem so, and yet, the BPC is not the only house of poetry in New York. There’s the venerated St. Mark’s Poetry Project, with its roots in the new york school, and associations with the experimental scene, and the Nuyorican Cafe, dominated by slam and hip hop.
incidentally, one of my friends from that high school scene went on to be the artistic director of NAC for a while, and one of my friends from my current life is going to be running a poetry reading there, which makes me all kinds of happy.
I’m in the process of getting my website back online, so I figured while I was at it, I’d see what was out there in the way of blog tools these days. MoveableType lost me when they went all corporate. Not that they shouldn’t have done that- more power to ’em. It’s just that I’m not all corporate, and not overly anxious to pay for my blogging tools. But I did miss those categories. And more than once I’ve wanted some kinda gizmo that would make it easier to update my blogroll, rather than having to go in and muck about with the template code by hand, risking clerical errors. I think I even tried to build one, back when I could do that kind of thing. WordPress has this function built right into its little engine. *AND* you can synch up the categories of your posts with the categories of your blog roll. nice.
One major drawback is that you can’t customize your blog if you’re not hosting it yourself. This is a big bummer, and they are promising to develop this in the future. I’m not personally too flummoxed- I found a theme that’s innocuous enough, and I can live without verdana for a little while longer.
so, here it is. the paint’s still drying. but I know where everything is.
I’m having one of those convergence moments- you know, when everything you read, see, talk about, dream connects in some serendipitous way? what’s truly exciting about this is that it means that my brain has been freed up to play a bit. it was rusty at first, but i’m warming up, baby! and god, it feels good.
that’s not to say i’ve got any grand announcements to make. just excited pointing gestures. like reading the interview on avant gaming iowa review web’s latest issue on “space and place in new media writing,”just before picking up darren o’ donnell’s (2 r’s, 2 n’s, 2 l’s) social acupuncture (1 c, 1 p), and then going out and watching beloved ex-rheo dave clark extend his improvised drum solo into and onto thesocial space of the audience. need to throw in lisa robertson’s value village essay into the mix, except I don’t have it. wasn’t able to get one at the launch, for reasons to tedious to explain here, and have struck out at 2 bookstores now. and coach house seems to have abandoned? restricted? their tip the author policy. no potlatch for you!
also finding a lot to think about in darren’s book re: the politics of discomfort. i’ve been circling around the pedagogy of discomfort for a while now, and after skooled, i’ve got a fresh perspective on it. jury’s still out, though.
saw a lot of very pretty books yesterday at art metropole. recorded a lot of “ooh and ahhh” sounds emanating from our excited selves. took home postcard reproductions of a work by heidi neilson, which was conceptually like this, but looks more like this, and reminds me of this, which I heard about from him.