Dawn Comes Too Early

It's still a bit to cold to stay outdoors watching the night sky, but I expect that balmy airs will soon drift our way. Now that I no longer depend on Sluggo, I have grown eager for the arrival of full spring. It will be nice to sit by an open window and not have my fingers go numb from the cold. The house will no longer be stuffy.

An interesting web project, (unearthed by carbonunit), is Ourmedia.org, a site which promises unlimited free storage and bandwidth for your text, photos, software, video and audio files, as long as they are in the public domain or you own the copyright. Launched on March 21st, it already has 12,000 members. The storage space is being provided by the Internet Archive, and the project is being backed by the Creative Commons, and a number of other open-source arganizations, so the whole thing looks to be pretty well grounded. It will be interesting to see how it develops.

Achoo

Evening takes its time. An hour or two of dusk passes, and it is finally dark. I can no longer see the motes of dust drifting through the open window. It's still coming in, but I can't see it. Most of it is pollen, I'm sure. It has settled on the keyboard, so that only my most frequently used keys are free of it. If I leave any key untouched for more than a few minutes, it will become covered in little flecks. I can almost feel it burrowing into the skin of my fingertips. I sneeze frequently. I love the trees. Why do the trees hate me? True, my room is full of tree cadavers in the form of books and magazines and newspapers, but is that any reason for the arboreal world to attack me? Well... now that I think of it.... OK, maybe I'm being punished for my literacy. This is a good reason for publishers to start using paper made of hemp. It would probably outlast wood pulp paper, anyway. Save me from the enraged trees! Legalize hemp paper!