Blogs
refWrite
http://refWritepage1.blogspot.com
various stuff from my thawt and life, word play and semiotic experiments, with Christian intent but in tension with culture of North America, both USA and Canada, both hither in Toronto and yon worldwide ... Apr4,2k6: please note that the URL has changed in order to accomodate what has become the frontpage of refWrite ... there is also now a refWrite...page 2; and a backpage, refWrite...page 3.
refWrite
http://refWritepage1.blogspot.com
various stuff from my thawt and life, word play and semiotic experiments, with Christian intent but in tension with culture of North America, both USA and Canada, both hither in Toronto and yon worldwide ... Apr4,2k6: please note that the URL has changed in order to accomodate what has become the frontpage of refWrite ... there is also now a refWrite...page 2; and a backpage, refWrite...page 3.
Christian Homomemo
http://homepage.mac.com/owlhoot/blog/ChristianHomomemo.html
Highly-opinionated, argued, philosophized approach to the interface between Christian and homo.
Orthography
http://homepage.mac.com/owlhoot/blog/Orthography2.html
Signs and meanings pertain to our alphabetical communication called literacy, but our English alphabet doesn't give us what we say and hear in spoken language. More than that, written language and writing encompasses more than signs for sounds such that there's some immediate and certain correspondence between the two. In that condition nests also the way in which other sign-factors impinge they way things are spelled. That is, written wordplay functions on several levels, and spelling, punctuation, even font-design for typefaces, are just some them. We hope to collect on our BB (yes, cork-appearing bulletin board), snippets that bring out in due course numerous facets of semiotics of the writerly and writtenish kinds.
Anaximaximum
http://anaximaximumfrontpage.blogspot.com
I wait for a poem to come, and then write it raw, sometimes more crafted, often less as the old edge is worn, even brittle, sometimes seems dead for a bad long wintery spell of fallow fields and hollowed casings spent. Soemtimes I feel real good, and may perhaps enjoy what appeared a few days before.
