stream of the clotted consciousness
Prompted by a recent LJ exchange with green_amber and an email conversastion with runningtoddler, I started to find my way through a question I've been mulling over in the last few days. "Am I too plain optimistic about the power of Information and Communication Technology to affect real changes in women's lives?" I managed to wring out a thousand words, but decided to delete everything because I got stuck in an extremely rambly recounting of how I got turned into a proverbial new person by feminism and technology. For some reason, even though I'm more focused than ever in my work, quite chipper interacting with colleagues and friends, and much more in-sync with husband and kids, my ideas about complex and abstract stuff are coming out all stream of the clotted consciousness when I try to write them. It's infuriatingly frustrating.
Meanwhile, I'll go check out my friends' list again and see if there are new interesting posts. Speaking of which, my syncing women friend runningtoddler has a trip down a forgotten memory lane of a political powderkeg that was Malaysia in 1969. If you're a Southeast Asia-phile, this is worth the 5-8 minutes of read.
Meanwhile, I'll go check out my friends' list again and see if there are new interesting posts. Speaking of which, my syncing women friend runningtoddler has a trip down a forgotten memory lane of a political powderkeg that was Malaysia in 1969. If you're a Southeast Asia-phile, this is worth the 5-8 minutes of read.