Me, my PowerBook, and the world beyond...
From the heart of the wilderness... homeschooled there until the
tender age of 16, when he decided out of the blue to spend his life savings on
a school with no teachers, no grades, and an atmosphere that makes you tingle
all over. Attended a year and a month at Virtual High, loved it and became infatuated with writing via his PowerBook 165c (later this PowerBook G3), which became a natural part of his body and goes everywhere with him... disappeared one bright October morning because his dreams had
found another, further horizon, and he had long ago vowed to spend his life chasing dreams.
I myself live on a horizon. To find me is easy, just turn to the sunset...
Sun-set (sun`set`), n. 1, the daily disappearance
of the sun below the horizon; 2, the time at which the sun disappears;
3, the colours of the sunset sky; 4,the west.
Hi there. My name is Joseph McLean, and I'm struggling valiantly to create a homepage without the words click here.
This is Not My Website. Rather, the interesting jumble of words and pictures currently arrayed on your screen is a simple afterimage, held here for historic reference. I'll keep the links fresh and my stats correct, but the rest is now frozen in time. Suitable, since this is the very first page I ever coded, back in that ancient era known only as "the mid-ninties". Everything's changed. But not enough to take it down.
This from my first published article,
inspired by, of course, the internet...
For the past 12 years
I've lived with my family in Lund, BC. We consider
ourselves to be a rural family -- very rural. To visit us you need a 4x4 and a liking
for long dirt roads. Our power comes from solar modules on our roof, our
water from a deep sunk well, and most food from our livestock & garden.
The only link we have to the outside world is a phone line my dad strung
3km to the nearest pole.
Ten years ago I would have felt very cut off -- but times change...
(we pause now to worship TCP)
Even so, I'm finding it rather hard to remain stuck in the nineties.
When else is it trendy to buck trends, alternative is mainstream,
and abnormalities are the agreed upon norm? (Of course, I still believe in everything worthy of belief -- music most of all.)
...or should we talk about the media?
"The new media are not bridges between man and nature, they are nature. The new media are not ways of relating us to the old 'real' world; they are the real world and they reshape what remains of the old world at will." -Marshall McLuhan
To which I add, this webpage is not a description of me, this is me. Boo!
Descriptively then, I stand about .0011 miles high and weigh .0469 metric tons. Don't you adore conversion programs? If I was a computer screen, I'd be 4,839 pixels tall... but I'm not, actually, I'm a quiet lad of 24 with green eyes and longish brown hair generally described as "chaotic".
Or to put it another way, a Virgo Cusp, Destiny 9, Personality INFP, born on the autumn equinox one frosty evening at the other side of Canada.
Odd, it doesn't look so big up there, but these things consume my entire life. With every moment I am in some way developing, exploring, creating... not a boast, I doubt I know how to stop.
"With everyone more and more involved in the information environment and in the creative process of discovery and innovation, the old divisions of work, play, and idleness disappear -- as for computer technology, we are headed for cottage economics, where the most important industrial activities are carried on in any individual little shack anywhere in the globe." - McLuhan again
And that is where I am, in my little shack
on the hill, bathed in moonlight
and (if I awake early enough) sunlight,
carrying out my industrial activities.
All in all, a throughly enjoyable existence...
Symbolism, from the Greek sym-ballein: to attach together without connection.
For a long time they looked at the river beneath them, saying nothing, and the river said nothing too, for it felt very quiet and peaceful on this summer afternoon.|
"Tigger is all right really," said Piglet lazily.
"Of course he is," said Christopher Robin.
"Everybody is really," said Pooh. "That's what I think," said Pooh. "But I don't suppose I'm right," he said.
"Of course you are," said Christopher Robin.
After reading the all those interesting words, the audience may come to the
regrettable conclusion that they still know nothing about me. For those of
you cursed with extreme bouts of curiosity (like myself), I shall attempt to
fill that gap: I'm also a writer. Used to be public freelance, am now privately
owned and operated <grin>. Being a writer has given me a great respect of
the written language, and here I've shown you a few snippets that, through
some quirk of fate, are very important in my life.
i see you looking around at the people on the street|
well, things aren't what they seem.
if you push them hard enough
you'll find out that most of them
do not feel worthy of love
now how did this come to be...?