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| Saturday, April 16, 2005 |
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Look out 
| | Went back to look at the flowers on Figueroa Mountain again today. More of those soon. |
Roll on
| | In botany, a rhizome is a horizontal, usually underground stem of a plant that often sends out roots and shoots from its nodes. |
| | Blogging or what? Reminds us how native this kind of writing is to the Web. Also dig this, from Carl Jung, at the same definition link, above: |
| | Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above the ground lasts only a single summer. Then it withers away‹an ephemeral apparition. When we think of the unending growth and decay of life and civilizations, we cannot escape the impression of absolute nullity. Yet I have never lost the sense of something that lives and endures beneath the eternal flux. What we see is blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains. (Prologue from "Memories, Dreams, Reflections") |
| | There's a poignancy to that, as there will be to all of us whose words in this world outlive our bodies in the physical world. And the meaning of which outlives whatever transient urges led us to post them. |
| | Posts and corrections about the early history of Matt Jones' warchalking, one of the greatest ideas that ever sort-of caught on. It was kind of a snowball that rolled fast, splatted all over everything and eventually melted (mostly, though not entirely) away, leaving a few logos here and there and otherwise generally improving the world. |
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