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What does a holiday or a long weekend mean if you don't have a "real job"? Do I put aside work on the "great american novel" to celebrate Independence Day? I tried to write at Starbucks this morning but the place was noisy and packed with families after the Horribles Parade. I watched streams of people flow by on Main Street all decked out in red, white, and blue. The faces were Asian, or WASP, or Greek, or Russian but this was unmistakably the USA. The folks who wrote of Americans as a people without history or culture in the guestbook at Hotel Leifur Eiriksson have not had to forge culture and history from such diversity. The amount of time I spend structuring and writing content for this web page seems disproportionate to the results. I wonder sometimes why I do this. Text is rapidly becoming obsolete. It figures I decide to become a writer just when writing goes out of style. I haven't the tools to become a graphic artist even if I had the desire. The future of words strung together in sentences and paragraphs is ominously short. The mockingbird outside my window is imitating a car alarm. Surely he isn't trying to attract a car alarm to mate with him! Maybe I should just write to tell my story and worry about the end of text when it happens. |