This whole project came as a spur of the moment thing. I donât know where it is going and where it will take me. And thatâs okay. The ideas I have been percolutating for a long time. The âstream of conciousnessâ is an accurate description. Each post are only marked by a time stamp without a title. That was intentional â an effort to strip the text of any meta-data that describes its semantic structure. The genre of a blog was also intentional, as it presents the ideas in reverse chronological order by default. I have not been an avid Tumblr user at all, but my guess is it attracts a certain audience and has a slightly perculiar feel to it (I donât know what it is and canât say I understand it much). Instinctively I thought it would be suitable platform for the project. The template is also a bit âdefault-lookingâ which kind of works. Georgia was a concious font choice, what I usually write in (as I am writing in Georgia now in Byword). The fact that this template doesnât show a full timestamp was semi-intentional â having the time as a relative measure (eg 30 minutes ago) makes sense as well.
I sort of half-intentionally donât make the text polished (hence the use of contractions like âdonâtâ instead of âdo notâ), and leaving typos uncorrected. I tried not to go back to edit past posts, but have hopelessly failed. The typos still bother me.
As for publishing, every post is in effect âpublishedâ, but also evolving. But I have also been exploring other dimensions of publishing â fixing the text in a PDF, âdesignedâ (whatever that means), making it available for buying on lulu.com as a print-on-demand publication, and leaving the text published yet âopenâ as a Google Doc â are some of the experiments so far. Representing the unedited, unpolished text with a âdesignedâ look was to raise the question of âwhen does a draft become a published âworkâ?â Because sophisticated typesetting technology is now available to everyone, the boundary between a draft and a published work has dissolved. This might have something to do with the loss of the authorâs âauraâ, or their ultimate âdeathâ. The RGB colours were intentional, playing upon material/non-material.
Letâs see what other ideas Iâm going to toy around with.
(written in Byword in a small restaurant in Shamshuipo)














