Blurring Every Edge
So Scrivener is basically the best thing ever for research papers. And really, really flexible in terms of how you can use it to best suit your needs. And I guess I should note that it's also quite intuitive once you get used to the fact that it's not a word processor. I've just gotten so used to intuitive programs on the Mac that I take it for granted. Oh, and Scrivener looks and runs like a native Mac app; I mean, it looks like the people at Apple designed it.
But really, I love it because so far, it really jives with the way I work best. Namely, working in pieces. When I work in a word processor, it's possible to work piecemeal: either I just leave huge blank spaces or notes or whatever, and I cut and paste liberally. But all that really leaves me with a bit of a mess to work out into a paper, and it becomes really difficult to focus on one part to the exclusion of others. Scrivener eschews pages, and instead, I can organize bits of my paper like the outline. Like, a separate "page" for the intro, thesis, first section, etc, that I can fit together or move around later as I see fit. And by making working piecemeal like that so much easier to organize and conceptualize, I think I'll be able to work a lot more steadily. As opposed to busting the whole paper out in three days with much gnashing of teeth.
Another thing of awesome is Hulu. I scoffed when I first heard of it, and mocked the name, but it's really pretty awesome. It's NBC/FOX's streaming video site, and what makes it TOTALLY AWESOME is that they have whole episodes of random old TV shows. Like Highlander, omg. THE WHOLE FIRST SEASON, YAYS. Also other shows-I-have-loved-and-missed like Sliders, Jack of All Trades, Roswell, and lots and lots of others. And recently aired stuff, of course. I just watched the latest Bones. And oh, I love that show so much! It is the most adorable show about murder ever. The dialogue in the latest episode was especially great, and Booth and Bones were adorable together.
On to today's poem. And then I go back to watching random shit on Hulu. I should be reading Kissinger's attempt to cover his ass about the Chile-CIA clusterfuck, but it was just pissing me off. And probably raising my blood pressure. So, poem! An uber-short one by John Duvernoy, but it's got depths. I adore the layers of imagery and metaphor: music, water, speech. It's almost synaesthetic in a way.
At the edge of the music, a well.
at the bottom of the well, a way.
the way was paved with mistranslation, tape hiss.
sex and/or electricity was a wave within the way,
welling up until it drenched the music, blurring every
edge. hence the mistranslation, the reverb.
But really, I love it because so far, it really jives with the way I work best. Namely, working in pieces. When I work in a word processor, it's possible to work piecemeal: either I just leave huge blank spaces or notes or whatever, and I cut and paste liberally. But all that really leaves me with a bit of a mess to work out into a paper, and it becomes really difficult to focus on one part to the exclusion of others. Scrivener eschews pages, and instead, I can organize bits of my paper like the outline. Like, a separate "page" for the intro, thesis, first section, etc, that I can fit together or move around later as I see fit. And by making working piecemeal like that so much easier to organize and conceptualize, I think I'll be able to work a lot more steadily. As opposed to busting the whole paper out in three days with much gnashing of teeth.
Another thing of awesome is Hulu. I scoffed when I first heard of it, and mocked the name, but it's really pretty awesome. It's NBC/FOX's streaming video site, and what makes it TOTALLY AWESOME is that they have whole episodes of random old TV shows. Like Highlander, omg. THE WHOLE FIRST SEASON, YAYS. Also other shows-I-have-loved-and-missed like Sliders, Jack of All Trades, Roswell, and lots and lots of others. And recently aired stuff, of course. I just watched the latest Bones. And oh, I love that show so much! It is the most adorable show about murder ever. The dialogue in the latest episode was especially great, and Booth and Bones were adorable together.
On to today's poem. And then I go back to watching random shit on Hulu. I should be reading Kissinger's attempt to cover his ass about the Chile-CIA clusterfuck, but it was just pissing me off. And probably raising my blood pressure. So, poem! An uber-short one by John Duvernoy, but it's got depths. I adore the layers of imagery and metaphor: music, water, speech. It's almost synaesthetic in a way.
At the edge of the music, a well.
at the bottom of the well, a way.
the way was paved with mistranslation, tape hiss.
sex and/or electricity was a wave within the way,
welling up until it drenched the music, blurring every
edge. hence the mistranslation, the reverb.