This fantastic voyage

Alas I have been remiss in my vow to stay current on the goings on in this, my public journal and archive. It was time well spent away, however. I went on a day trip, wrote a few pieces I plan to submit into some local periodicals, had a chance to listen to some music (a stirring piece by the provincal orchestra, it was rough but well written), had some exquisite tea, entertained a few stray cousins that do not make it over to me often enough, and of course kept myself updated on the world happenings. There simply seemed not time enough for the internet, although I should like to think I am becoming more and more proficient.

I have indeed spent a few meaningful hours in front of a monitor, testing the waters of this blogosphere with a rod or perhaps a sculling oar. I would like to speak now of two locations that I have found to be acceptable. Please excuse my attempt to be a bit less xenophobic and a bit more with the times, this new internet experience is assuredly changing me more than I am it. The Americans have elected a black president, and I think it is time we all curbed the rhetoric regardless.

Top Left Pixel: A fellow by the name of Sam Javanrouh has been daily updating this website with fresh photographs from his collection. I know that the digital camera revolution has filled itself with would-be photographers, and inundated cyberspace with a profusion of absolutely atrocious photographs. This man is different. His photographs, many of which involve the exceedingly hip and fashionable Yonge Street area of Toronto, are by and large exquisitely composed and render their subjects in ways that give insight to his art. I hope Mr. Javanrouh does not mind such lavish praise.

Wooster Collective: If it is not obvious I am a patron of the aesthetic. I also want very much to find the zeitgeist of modern youth culture. Street art is a new art form; as intriguing as it is illicit. Let us call it a cultured vandalism. Many of its artists attempt anonymity, likely both to avoid prosecution but also to add to the intrigue of the medium. Visual arts are a dying one, and this network spans continents to bring us the latest in a very compelling new style.

The internet really is about simple pleasures. I find it comforting that now, because of the excess of information in society that anytime I feel a wave of melancholy, I am able to seek out any sort of soothing image, such as a waterfall or a bottle of port. This sort of "emotion management" through the esteemed Google Image Search has had an unmeasurable effect on my nerves as the recent repercussions of the financial imbroglio begin to take its toll.