The Grainy quality of a record player.

An aesthetic of music in, and of itself.

The grainy quality of a record player is an aesthetic of music in, and of itself.

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This is going to be a free form writing session.

I'm very tired today and my head hurts.

I was thinking earlier today about 松尾芭蕉

Matsuo Basho.

I read that book long ago - "The Narrow Road to the Deep North."

Well, if you know me, you might know that I used to live in Japan, and that I love to engulf myself of the surroundings of where I live, when I can. 

I read that book in English, and I read just a few stories not in English, but comprehension really makes a difference in understanding something.

These days, with the internet, publishing has become so easy compared to the past!

The materials that one needs - no trees need die, and the amount of folks that can see what you say can actually be near, if not exactly endless!

The trade off? How I'd love to know about a topic like "side affects of radio/internet signals"? Maybe there are none, I'm not that smart.

Well anyway, 松尾芭蕉 was a cool writer. A nomad that traveled around. If you don't know much about haiku and how they were popularized - well 松尾芭蕉 was at least one person that would travel the lands, stopping at (temples and shrines [?]), leaving short haiku at them upon visit.

This was back in the 1600s... I imagine that certainly many books had already been published by then - Wikipedia is telling me that the printing press dates back to Germany circa 1400s.

So, it's not like publication by one self was an impossible feat: but it may simply be that all folks look to make their own "impression" of what they are trying to say.

Maybe they say it for fame - like we all wish to be known? Or resources, how I hate these petty games.

Well anyway, Murasaki Shikibu紫式部 is a noble lady writer of the Heian timeframe平安時代, and how I dearly enjoy to know of her - though I don't know her writings tremendously well ( whether I get to know them better or not, maybe only time will tell.). 

The point is, knowing that women writers exist today, and have existed for centuries to millennials is more than just a comfort to my very being.

I am often upset with the English word "history," for the word itself implies the sexism that it teaches - a great lacking of women responsible for anything, which by the way, we all know is a fallacy, and all acredidations given to men for their "discoveries" should be shared in titles of women whom should be just as known, famous, acreditted etc. 

Give me some 歴史の授業(rekishi class) any day, and my Western ears will gleam with an odd sense of pride in the recognition of my very gender, simply through a rendition that may only sound out through certain specific translations.

Well, this is a hodgepot of various things that I wish to say, and I am publishing freely. 

I don't know how far, or even where this will go in the end. Just, I also end up thinking about the 88 temple pilgrimage of 四国Shikoku, and kind of but maybe not exactly (un)related: Matsuo Basho's path to various shrines and temples.

芭蕉 wrote many materials, though I anticipate they may have been short sometimes?

I enjoy sharing sometimes - my way of trying to be that 紫式部Murasaki Shikibu for the younger generations. I may never be as prolific or well known as she was - or perhaps I would be:

Sometimes I wish to be so Avant-garde in society so as to represent through the essence of myself, the changes and transitions that I see some folks invoke within themselves. I have this far decided not to participate in, though have appreciation for the choices that many individuals strive to make for themselves - often in regards to technologies and the body. #controversy_why

This is ocassionally a diary like the works of Virginia Woolf, as I wonder why I never dived so deeply into "The Color Purple" by Alice Walker.

How pathetic of a society that I live in - perhaps the same for those folks mentioned in this article - that such organization has yet to seem to exist as to decide that all individuals are to be treated with respect and care as they grow - as we watch folks suffer simply because some morons want to say: "I'm better than you."

So anyway, this is a kind of long post - on an old platform that I still enjoy.

Back to the journey of Matsuo Basho: I am thinking that in this year of 2022: I'll set out on my own pilgrimage - trying to frequent the websites that are lesser visited than the mainstream hubs that most folks regularly attend to.

One day, I'll try to publish on my own from scratch, on my own domain, a place that I'll call an online home.

These websites feel like miniature representations of that, but the overarching system is not one that I can fully condone.

I will visit these sites like they are my temporary homes - who knows how long words like these may last.

Simply to say, this entity that we know as the internet is larger than just five websites. I'm going nowhere fast.

#famouslastwords