A Sunday night in Cleveland

Some random thoughts before I hit the road tomorrow (specifics about Cleveland and what I was pondering beside Lake Erie will come later):

Freshly-buzzed head + very sunny day + too much walking = OUCH.
I don’t think I could ever live on the West Coast again. I like Eastern cities too much, particularly that there are so many of them to explore and all of them are so very close.
I should do more long weekends like I used to, and not just hold off for big trips.
Going to a regional conference that’s in a different region than the one where you live and work is a very good idea because it forces you not to just sit around talking to colleagues you already know.

Videolog: Should I See

Frozen Ghost
Should I See (1987)

I don’t think I ever paid much attention to how much of a Fixx knockoff this band was. Nor did I realize until recently just how many “forgotten” 1980s bands are still very much remembered in their home country of Canada.

Insanity versus stupidity

If insanity can be defined as doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results, maybe stupidity can be defined as continuing to do things when you know they make you feel like crap and aren’t good for you. Just a thought.

A completely unrelated thought: I’ll be traveling to Dublin, Ohio (the home of Dublin Core) later this week to do a conference presentation. The tricky thing will be actually writing that presentation since I pretty much lost the whole past week, which was the time I had budgeted for that. I think I’ll be okay, though. I may make a side trip after the conference, either to Cleveland, to Detroit and Windsor, or to Pittsburgh. Any suggestions?

Randomly Sunday evening

Miscellaneous stuff from a Sunday evening spent somewhere other than a hospital or a nursing home:

Nice NYT article about one of those blocks and its residents that define the city.
The photographer as archivist (or vice versa). I am much inspired. Plus he works in my happy place. Photostream here. Forthcoming book here.
She’s on the road again.

I think I had more to say but I’m just too fucking tired to care.

Would it be really bad…

…for me to spend just one day this week worrying about myself and what I need–and maybe even, heaven forbid, want–to do while not really thinking about anyone else in any significant way?

Good. I’ll roll with that, then.