Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Leftovers
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2006 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 So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it!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.
Some leftover chunks of text:
I get irrational if I'm trying to go to sleep alone. I need a light on, and music, and no windows open, even if it's dadblamed hot. Otherwise ninjas with grappling hooks will steal the KitchenAid, right?
Ritual self-deprecation is like knocking on wood. Self-confidence, like praising your own child, is taboo.
If you swallow a watermelon seed, a melon will grow in your tummy. Quit your individual computer programs before hitting Start to shut down Windows and your PC. If you're a good little child all year, a magical man on a big sled will sneak into your house as you sleep helplessly, to give you gifts.
A darker-than-intended sonnet that's been sloshing around my head for weeks if not months, finally put down on paper in front of Lincoln's statue in Union Square:
Like ivy on a plaited trellis wall, We climb up cities -- but we build them too. If ivy could create more height to crawl, We'd drown in it -- the poison of kudzu. Like limbs, each building serves as human's tool, Each skeleton bound to a certain cause. Offices, flats, the classrooms of a school. Architectures force behavior more than laws. The scaffolding you ride past in your car Grows up, makes cities, makes you who you are. I visited Hiroshima. The bank Stayed standing, there, even after the blast. The workers died, the neighborhood went blank. All flesh was grass; that skeleton held fast. An electronic pulse, a neutron bomb -- What fossils will the humans leave behind? A signature, a bone, a bust, and calm? We used up Earth and left an orange rind. Will ivy grow on that bank's granite wall? Our blood and treasure, slaves in cancer's thrall.
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