Another quiet night

[beetiger]

The baby's asleep, Bard's out, and I'm doing manymany web updates for my projects. Quiet here.

I never really used to like quiet time much, before Rhys came in. It seemed very isolating and lonely. But these days, it's kind of a little niche in which everything's well in my world, and I like it.

I'll be able to show you all the new thing once the servers get pointed the right way, tomorrow I hope.

I guess that's all. I'm not writing a lot these days, it seems. I don't know if it's a fading interest in this little shared piece of the world, or just that everything seems commercial, or tedious, or private.

Comments

[freeko.livejournal.com]

Hmmm! LJ has certainly become a place that I have become disappointed but not as disapppointed as those who have let me down and stabbed me in the back. But I keep on keeping on and I am grateful for all that I do have in my life. Because It still is a beautiful world.

Yes everything is commerical, every blockbuster has a tie-in that sells product and nothing seems to be made for the sake of art. All things such as Punk, Goth and Hippie have lost their meaning. Still it is a beautiful world with all its tedium. Well I think it is anyway (that being a beautiful world)

[velvetpage.livejournal.com]

I love that half-hour between Elizabeth's bedtime and mine. (What can I say, I'm a slave to the school bell, and it rings early.) I read, do email, make my lunch, and generally remember that I always loved quiet time.

Growing up in a big family, one of the nicest treats I looked forward to was when everyone else was out somewhere and I had the house to myself. It happened every month or so when I was a teenager. I'd play the music loud, or play something classical that no one else wanted to listen to, read something my dad would look down his nose at, even dance around the living room if I wanted to, with Tchaikovosky's waltzes blaring. I loved being alone.

I don't really miss it, though. Me-time no longer requires alone-in-the-houseness. I suppose it's because Elizabeth loves to dance to blaring Russian waltzes. :)

[tempralisis.livejournal.com]

Visit Grounds for Sculpture (near Trenton, NJ). Or go to the beach early in the morning and throw bread crumbs at sea gulls. Or do something.

-Tau

(P.S. if you do the sea gull thing, bring a camera and a full loaf of bread.)