get a sense of history

entirely, but i need to engage in some serious real time for the coming months. Once I’m settled, Homer and Gibbon will be my welcome guests.

that’s the sense I have. This goal just reminds me of the enormity of the world not just in space but in time and across the flows of what is left for us to see as proof that they ever existed. That is just ginormous, and I am trying to be a practical person right now because needs must and all.

to think that we are making history. The fact that we’re writing down all our mundane stuff might one day provide historians with a glimpse into what it was like being us, when we were us. When people across the world could still communicate relatively freely.

With all the constraints on the internet being made by governments, and really, it is getting worse by the day, I’m thinking it is a good thing to just write down one’s blah while one still can. In the only medium that makes economic sense for anyone to preserve. And the hard disk is going to die anyway, and god knows one never backs up, so blurbling on in one’s unknown web thing is fine, I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?

That your colleagues see you and snicker behind your back?

~ Isn’t that what colleagues are for? ~

is so big, and if you’re a bit nitpicky you never get anywhere near understanding it.

But it seems such a nice thing to have. A sense of history.