For Nothing Changes

In the whirl of a world, we stumble across specialties and places that cater to them. Places on the net that become local pools of politics, paradigms and philosophies. Many more, if counted, than could be found in Oxford-Stanford-Detroit-Ford. If we count them. If we speak in numbers. Do they make more or don’t they merely seem to be more.

One of those ponds I happened upon is a forum for digital photographers. They spend their time in focal length and pixel depth. Not that interesting, but there was a time. One that none of them would understand was when I wrote this, which became a very much bigger product. Which I suppose turned into something even more….

main(argc, argv)

char **argv;

{ int i;

src[CUROLD].pix = (unsigned char **) Emalloc(DEF_Y * sizeof(unsigned char *));

… and it goes on…

but nothing changes. Even though it always seems to.

and my point is only to point you to this, which has its own reasons for being interesting to me…

I am just a dreamer, but then you are just a dream– someone singing from long ago...

Sound Or Voice

Listening to a stack of records. Hard to tell some of them apart, particularly with shuffle set ….
When the songs just shifted I thought Springsteen was on. And having a great lyric. Not his teenager. Not his all american disappointment … Nope, it was so atypical I goog’d to see the author. Not him. Not even his song…
And so to understand a better lyric is to discover a different author.

Not onlly was the lyric different, the guitar stood out, without coverup. Without taking over the harmony. Without destroying the tone of the lyric. The guitar was more than sound added to the song, it was another voice added to the music.

Take away my solitude…

is the line. And as I finish this, is playing “the light fades from the famous final scene.” And so does this.