LINES OF THE DAY

". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Sunday, August 29, 2010

A New Lifestyle

I. Have. A. Study.


With big desk the right height for typing on the New Thing, because it's an old style desk top tilted to create a writing surface for long days' of writing work before typewriters. It has drawers. It is very wide. With this the armed leather chair that matches the desk. This chair is exactly the right height for me, and my back loves it, though, alas, it is not wheeled, not doubt to protect the carpet and the floor boards. These are post Civil War U.S., I'm almost certain (furniture dating isn't one of my strong points).

There are many bookshelves filled with variety of books from abstruse scholarly / academic works to popular fiction, such as Edith Wharton. However, there are many EMPTY books shelves for my own books and papers, as well as a printer.

Behind me is a huge leather couch. On the other side of the room is a matching huge leather wing chair and ottoman. A small end table and reading lamp.

The door of the study leads into the kitchen, which I also love (and am in the midst of changing the location of the things in the cupboards). I'm currently roasting a chicken with mushrooms. I've made rice and a pot of red beans already. There is a half bathroom in the kitchen. So we have toothbrushes and things of that nature here and upstairs (where there are two full baths; the bathroom that goes with the master bedroom also has a dressing room where the Sotweed Factor's body slave was able to help the master put on his riding boots).

Even with the improvements, the stairs are a pain, for each of us, in a different way. El V is so tall that if he hadn't been wearing his cowboy hat all day he would have cracked himself in the head several times, but each time the hat protected him. We need to tape something at each of these doorways to remind him to duck. El V isn't naturally the ducking sort. We catch on fast, thus, of course, doubling everything like toothbrushes. I brought enough of this sort of item that we didn't need to go to a drugstore, a habit acquired when I lived where it was possible to have guests.The one problem is that this region is the least serviced by T-Mobile, our phone service provider. There's only one spot in the house where we can, sometimes, get connected. Connection in other parts of town is also iffy, particularly indoors. This is a major suckeroo. We don't want to change to Verizon, as everybody has our numbers. It will be worked out, eventually. So right now it's e-mail all the way.
Now that a whole lotta cooking has been gotten out of the way, dinner eaten and all cleared, washed and stored away, time to read some history in The Old Dominion: Her Making. Then a walk to the river, bed and Polk, early rising and off to the Starr Center and then the college for our i.d.s and our introduction to the library staff.

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