Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Little Things
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2005 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
My column got moved to Sundays. Will Franken has shows this Saturday. Yesterday was a Hindu holy day celebrating Ganesha. Also yesterday, the Captivate screens in the elevator broke and we saw PC reboot screens instead of news and ads. The sun's been setting earlier. I caused a car accident in late July and I'm still afraid of driving or riding in a car, especially on the 101, where the accident happened. I've had some dreams and nightmares about it. No one got hurt in the accident but I have a bruise from where the airbag went past my hand and it is fading very slowly. I was playing a They Might Be Giants CD when the accident happened and now I have to desensitize myself. My friend Zack just moved away to San Diego. A Salon Premium member, telling me about his trip to Samoa, recited to me the poem carved into Robert Louis Stevenson's gravestone there:
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home front sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
