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Digital decluttering and freedom

Digital decluttering and freedom

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So, this blog is virtually invisible. It’s possible that way back in 2007 –

2007 kids

– I even set up an .htaccess file and/or robots.txt file so that the g-d g0-ggle doesn’t index this blog. I’m too lazy to verify.

But what I suddenly realized contemplating whether it’s worth it to keep this blog up for testing (themes etc) in the day and age where “staging sites” render that notion more or less obsolete, and that I’m hanging onto this site, wasting precious breaths reading it (while enjoying or shuddering at my younger self), that it’s anonymity/invisibility/etc is the perfect venue for me to just write without any concerns of judgement.

What stops me from blogging elsewhere (which I do, and have done) is basically something else I need to declutter — perfectionism. I like to craft each post with carefully created images, with logical thoughts, with “value”, with something that doesn’t just take up space and, all that. Whereas here, it can be whatever the frig it wants to be.

Frig, or Frigg. The goddess of Asgard, which I know not because I vaguely remember a first year university mythology class, but because we binge watched the excellent The Almighty Johnsons. For me it’s almost Trailer Park Boys meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer, minus too much gore. There’s a bit of fire, as Loki is one of the characters. A comedy about a group of brothers, who are part human, part Norse gods, and their quest to find Frigg, Odin’s wife, who once found, will mean they get their powers back in full. It’s funny, wistful and ends before it turns into Friends.

Just typing that I feel a weight off my shoulders. Who cares if I keep or delete this blog? Should I import some of the archives somewhere else? It doesn’t matter. The forest will keep changing and keep remaining the same.

Day 18.5: What not to wear marathon

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I’ve been still feeling like crap. Got some homeopathic drops today – we’ll see if they work. I had meds from my doc, but as I am travelling in a province where you have to pay first and I’m going home soon, I am not going to see a doc here, but rely on the internet instead. Dangerous stuff hey:) Note to self: Always purchase health-insurance when travelling to la belle province.

While feeling crummy, I have 3/4 completed the baby booties, and watched hours of What Not to Wear. Most of the women were quite young (22-23), and hovering between adolescence and adulthood, therefore can be forgiven their fashion sins, no? Moi, on the other hand, laughed out loud when I saw one of the victims wearing a pair of sneakers I only recently threw out, and various other faux-pas.

What I could relate to was their sense of their own unique identity being tied into what they wore, whether it was to stand or to to blend in. Either way, their clothes were providing them with shelter. I don’t think I’d would bawl if Stacy and Clinton came and threw everything in my closet out, particularly with the 5 grand to spend:), but I might shed a tear or two for a few trusted friends.

It does inspire me to go through another bout of de-cluttering when I get home. My wardrobe consists largely of t-shirts and jeans. Time to dress age-appropriate, as they say.

Cheers,

Fringe, not the festival

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Given the time of year, as the crisp, clear, ginger air of September streams through Vancouver, when I first saw on the tv listings channel “Fringe”, I thought “Oh goodie, a show about the Fringe Festival“. Incorrect.

Fringe is like X-Files on speed. Blend in a touch of horrific sci-fi, the Sopranos grittiness and you’ve got the makings of a hit in a post-neuf-un-un era.

Enuf already.

Let’s not forget the movie with those twins. I forget which one, twins were big at one point. From really standing by your main, and then finding out he is a traitor and watching him die in your arms, to negotiating the corridors of proverbial power, Anna Torv plays Agent Dunham with pretty damn good poise.

It’s also a bit like watching Star Trek.

The good: the use of the science lab from the 70s replete with avant garde aesthetics, the quirkiness of the “mad” scientist, and the Anna Torv as the female lead. The corporation, here styled by the architecture of minimalism and wide open, empty space.

The bad: the above mentioned too many “notes” – self referentialism is done. the frenetic pace – hey ease up a bit, give a gal a chance to watch.

Look forward to seeing how they focus the plot and gel together the acting.