No Mutual Touching

Storm warnings in effect here for today, and sure enough it is snowing to beat the band and the wind is huffing and puffing to strip the heat out of the house. Attila couldn’t get into the driveway when he came home from lunch, the snow plow had been by and left a mountain of snow across the end of the driveway. Attila cleared it before he went back to work, so he can get the car into the driveway when he gets home tonight.

It is February, January has flown, and in seven weeks the Spring Equinox will arrive and thoughts of spring can be safely entertained.

The last few days have been a lot of fun, talking about music with a friend, talking with family via Skype and telephone. FaceBook, well I intrinsically hate the essence of the technology, object to it on so many levels, but what can you do when the world has decided to replace face-to-face contact with a digital images. I still prefer human contact, always will. This kind of distance communication puts me in mind of the ca 1821 letter my GGG Grandfather in Canada wrote home to his sister in Scotland. The likelihood of their seeing one another again was small, but the contact was real and warm, the page and ink touched by both hands, read by both eyes. Digital communication isn’t quite so concrete, no mutual touching at all. However, there are images and the interaction can be ongoing in real time, so perhaps that compensates for the lack of concrete sharing.

This fellow, Ron Sexsmith, is a wonder to watch live. I was addicted to this song for a few months, love it.

Worldly Distractions


-12 °C
Condition: Snow
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Visibility: 1 km
Temperature: -12.0°C
Dewpoint: -13.5°C
Humidity: 89 %
Wind: ENE 17 gust 31 km/h
Wind Chill: -20


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William L. Sullivan

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