First post
That was so easy!
As of this moment, nobody knows about this blog other than blogspot.com.
i am going to stop using capital letters right now because that's not me and this is to be my space.
i tried to use lorien.blogspot.com, but that was taken by somebody writing in another language, and lothlorien.blogspot.com was taken by a very useless sort of site with absolutely nothing on it except for a message saying "Hello I must be going." what a waste!!
but "lorien" or some version thereof has always denoted my web presence, ever since i've been on the web, since my freshman year of college in 1993... or maybe it was sophomore year... i don't know. i'm disappointed, but "aglarond" works, because i used it for my personal web page that i created in 1998, after returning from scotland. and it suits, because this blog is really only meant to be a semi-replacement for my handwritten journal, which i have so neglected since i got married two years and seven and a half months ago. so it's not as "me" as my journal is (or should be), so "aglarond" works even though it isn't quite lorien... even though the elves' ancient home of gilded mallorns always resonated with me more deeply than any other place in middle-earth, i am still capitvated by the idea of the "glittering caves of aglarond," behind the mountains at Helm's Deep, whither legolas promised to go with gimli after the war:
And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! Then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ores glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they sprung up from many coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass: cities, such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink! a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea. Then evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream.
anyway, my blogging cousin shabana says this medium gives her an outlet for expression, and helps her keep writing and nourish some level of creativity. that is my hope... since i type faster than i write, and can access this from anywhere, though i may not carry my lovely black leatherbound journal with me everywhere. i never really wrote anything that personal in my journal anyway... well, sometimes.
and anyway... since i always dreamed i would be able to share some of my writings about my unborn/young child with him or her when (well, it's a he) is older, maybe this is more of a realistic medium than a written journal, for a child born well into the information age. i feel traitorous saying so, but i'm only speculating.
i really ought to be working right now... must go make some phone calls!! even though it's a three-day week and i have no real deadlines!
my baby musa has been up and running today - there's a spasm right there! today he is 26 weeks and one day old. i can't refer to him as a "fetus"... my fetus musa... nope, doesn't work. we haven't decided for sure that's the spelling, but at least one knows how to say it.
As of this moment, nobody knows about this blog other than blogspot.com.
i am going to stop using capital letters right now because that's not me and this is to be my space.
i tried to use lorien.blogspot.com, but that was taken by somebody writing in another language, and lothlorien.blogspot.com was taken by a very useless sort of site with absolutely nothing on it except for a message saying "Hello I must be going." what a waste!!
but "lorien" or some version thereof has always denoted my web presence, ever since i've been on the web, since my freshman year of college in 1993... or maybe it was sophomore year... i don't know. i'm disappointed, but "aglarond" works, because i used it for my personal web page that i created in 1998, after returning from scotland. and it suits, because this blog is really only meant to be a semi-replacement for my handwritten journal, which i have so neglected since i got married two years and seven and a half months ago. so it's not as "me" as my journal is (or should be), so "aglarond" works even though it isn't quite lorien... even though the elves' ancient home of gilded mallorns always resonated with me more deeply than any other place in middle-earth, i am still capitvated by the idea of the "glittering caves of aglarond," behind the mountains at Helm's Deep, whither legolas promised to go with gimli after the war:
And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah! Then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ores glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they sprung up from many coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces! Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass: cities, such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink! a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea. Then evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream.
anyway, my blogging cousin shabana says this medium gives her an outlet for expression, and helps her keep writing and nourish some level of creativity. that is my hope... since i type faster than i write, and can access this from anywhere, though i may not carry my lovely black leatherbound journal with me everywhere. i never really wrote anything that personal in my journal anyway... well, sometimes.
and anyway... since i always dreamed i would be able to share some of my writings about my unborn/young child with him or her when (well, it's a he) is older, maybe this is more of a realistic medium than a written journal, for a child born well into the information age. i feel traitorous saying so, but i'm only speculating.
i really ought to be working right now... must go make some phone calls!! even though it's a three-day week and i have no real deadlines!
my baby musa has been up and running today - there's a spasm right there! today he is 26 weeks and one day old. i can't refer to him as a "fetus"... my fetus musa... nope, doesn't work. we haven't decided for sure that's the spelling, but at least one knows how to say it.
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