Objects tend to remain in our possession like magical, cursed artifacts due in most cases to their purely Newtonian tendency to stay exactly where they are if left alone. As I move through the orbit of my days and years little things trace unpredictable but almost universally closed epicycles around me. There is a mug sitting on my computer desk which I used over the winter break for brewing tea. Its brown earthenware, and it has a green pear painted on it in broad brushstrokes. I have no idea where it came from, I have more or less stopped using it, and now it moves about my desk whenever I get a fit of cleanliness and move,more or less ineffectually, everything around, seaching for a more pleasant arrangement of objects. Maybe one quarter of the books on my desk I picked up when a library or a professor was giving away things they no longer wanted to keep. Some of my text books are terrible (Huang's Statistical Mechanics, I am looking at you) and others are in fields which I have only a marginal connection to (I don't even know what a Reed-Solomon Code is). And all this is just what is at my desk at work.
In short, I have a lot of things, many of which I am in possession of only nominally. Maybe Gimcrackery is about making that possession active, or maybe its about launching some of these satellites out of orbit. Jon_, Introduction_
Monday, February 20, 2006
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