You wander.
We all do.
Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
unclear
gr@ffiti
Anguish or confusion,
sometimes it is the way.
Anxiety takes over.
What else can you say
as you try to put aside all
the feelings that dog you
anyway. No pain today.
Try as you might to
see your way through.
No pain. Not today.
09/14/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
09/11/2023 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Until It Doesn’t
Posted on August 14, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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Technology works: until it doesn’t.
Any technology, or anything technical or technologically required by said technology, has a life span. It seems the newer the object, the swifter the built-in obsolescence.
You have no choice of when, or where, your technology will fail you, but often it is when you are on deadline or somebody requires your assistance, or you’ve got that idea that simply has to be allowed to burn.
Sadly, more and more these days, your capabilities are reduced, or restricted, by technology.
It is how it is. Technology works until it doesn’t.
My website gassed on me the other night, right as I was about to input something for the next day. An “unexpected error” occurred and I could not get to my landing page from my dashboard.
Like most unexpected errors, I wasn’t expecting this.
Well, maybe I should have been. My hosting service had — for who knows how long — been advising my of a new version of WordPress. I had received several emails and notices reminding me of this update. And things had been “slower” for a while, but I attributed it to the fact that more and more people are working from home in my condominium and the internet is simply stressed out.
Or maybe it is that I haven’t reshuffled, or redesigned, the look of mythosandmarginalia.com for, what, three or four years?
It was working well. Until it didn’t.
Of course, I sent late-night emails to my hosting service, and a message to this website genius who has already helped me build, and rebuild it twice, but I went to bed that night without posting anything.
I have come to learn there is no sense in worrying yourself silly over something this technical. There was nothing I could do.
By morning, the issue had somehow — magically or, at least, temporarily — resolved itself and I was able to post. Life was back to its slow but steady ways for a while anyway.
It did get me thinking about a new style, and a new look and function for this website. I’m taking it as a sign that I need to update before I am no longer relevant.
08/14/2020 j.g.l.
