Woke up at 3am struggling for bandwidth. Since we went to the tower and saw a couple men hammering at the transmission the internet has been shaky. I get used to things – convenience, reliability – and forget how much of a miracle good bandwidth is. But during the day till midnight there is just a trickle left over after the schoolkids, housewives and buisness people drink up what little there is in those inter-pipes. Nothing left for email much less blogging with images, sound and video! Its like the irrigation canal, when its dry there’s nothing left.
Of course I’m not gonna die of thirst if I can’t easily update a blog, AM I? AM I?
That is the question that wakes me at 3 am. How can I go forward with new recordings and experiences when the old ones haven’t made it through the pipes yet. Im going backwards and forwards in history at the same time, I’m getting crosseyed. . . whipsawed by my own experience, my own memory, my own digital future. And there’s not enough in the pipes to get a drink, so to speak, when it takes an hour to load a small compressed photo. Poor me! Poor me? Poor me!
I flee the net and go outside to listen to the wind, to look at the moon. Such stupid questions melt into a complete and fulfilling NOW. Huge moon hanging over the schoolhouse, kinda-blue-bird singing a moon-song I’ve not yet heard.
Oh My God! Shouldn’t I be recording that for the blog? Now! Then! Future! Past! The crickets and the moon are late for their blogging session! How can I record them to show them to this theoretical YOU, somewhere out in hyperspace. . . somewhere in the future?