What goes where?

My infospace is in shambles.

Okay, a few weeks ago I made serious inroads against a number of primary nexi of infoclutter, and my email is basically under control. However, infosanity has suffered some serious setbacks lately:

• Swarthmore College just shut down its NNTP server. This means there is now no practical way for me to read usenet in the same logical frame in which I read my regular email. I'm not cut off from usenet, but I'm going to have to change my routine, and that's not easy for me.


• I'm going to be starting graduate school at a new university. I have a new email account. Should I forward it to the one I'm using now (what I'm currently doing, but of course it's not getting much mail right now)? Vice versa? Something else?


• I've just gotten a livejournal. I don't have to explain why this is potentially a serious setback to my infosanity, do I?

Beyond advice about how to organize the information I receive, I'm also looking for advice on how to organize the information I project — which is where you, O gentle reader-of-information-I-project (and you are, aren't you? — right now, even!) come in.

What would you like to see here in this livejournal? What would you like to see more of on my website?

Right now, the only part of my website that's really alive is my songs page. When I set up my pretty front page, I thought about what information I would like to project, and how I might organize it, and then never got around to creating or posting much of it. Here's a quick guide to the website I thought I would make:

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So, what would you like to see? What do you think belongs in a livejournal versus going on a website?

Price of admission to spectacular light show: 6 hours of my life

Last night I flew home from Confluence, where I met vixyish and gfish for the first time — more nifty people! — and heard amazing filk performances from cflute, filkertom, and others. It was stormy all weekend, with intermittent power outages, and I said on my way out the door, "This is no sky to fly in."

I hate it when I'm right.¹

My flight back to Philadelphia was scheduled for 7:00. It was pushed back to 8:30, then 9:30, and finally cancelled. I got a seat on another flight, whose aircraft arrived at 10:05. We finally got off the ground at 11:25. When we landed, baggage claim was a mess, and a lot the luggage from our flight came out over an hour later on a different carousel. I took a taxi back to Swarthmore and was home by 3:00am.

But it was all worth it for the light show — I had a window seat and a plane's-eye view of the scattered thunderstorms all the way across Pennsylvania. It was spectacular — cauliflower towers lit up from the inside, bolts of white fire lancing across their surfaces, and all silent under the roar of the turbojets. I live for moments like this. I suppose I'm even willing to put up with some inconvenience in order to have them.

On the other hand, if I'd known how long I was going to be stuck in the airport, I would have actually bought Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (instead of waiting for a copy to borrow).

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¹About things like this. Most of the time, I rather enjoy being right.