small world of the web

farsiI’m not much for social connectivity on the web. Well, it’s quality, not quantity that I enjoy, in social media as with most everything else. I have made some great connections over the years (in fact, I’m sitting at home, which used to be Anya’s. She moved to Michigan. I met her years ago (six?) through an anthro listserv). Last week, a flickr contact, cityNnature, posted this photo (left) of her Farsi studies. Beautiful! Check out her images. She makes Detroit look gorgeous.

This week, another flickr contact, insideowl, posted her Sanskrit studies (below). They don’t know each other, or their photo posts, though they both live in Michigan (I’ve never been to MI. No, wait, once as a child I think we went to Dearborn. I vaguely remember the old cars). Well, I think Ideowl still lives in MI. She seems to be all ashtanga in Mysore, India for awhile now. (Yes, that’s jealousy you detect.)

sanskritI just did a little search for a pic by cityNnature, and she has a shot of herself doing yoga. Of course. Of course she does yoga. We three do not know each other and most likely never will. But we have enough in common that we bump into each other on the web and connect. This, as well as finding and maintaining old friendships, is what I love most about the social nonsense of the web. The serendipity.

Our web lives seem so beautiful and easy. cityNnature’s home looks to die for and it seems she has time for nothing but making beautiful photos and studying Farsi, the language of poetry. Insideowl is in one amazing locale after the next, waxing poetic and beauty. I ran into someone the other day who thought I was abroad, because of the images I’ve been posting on flickr (from 11 years back). But we present this way because we have to. It’s not meant to be an escape from the quotidien, but an honor of the beauty in it. What’s the wisdom of venting the struggles, the ugliness, and the pain? Well, yes, plenty, but it’s hidden in poetry to protect others, ourselves, and situations. To protect our quotidian—which might not even deserve or need our protection.

Both of the images remind me a bit of this photo I took years ago in one of my favorite places in the world, Lyabi Haus, the fountain in the middle of Bukhara. I’m not practicing scripts but am journaling the tour guide life (which later turned into posts). The boy in the background, at right, is Jafar, who Ulugbek tells me is now, 11 years later, the ladies’ man of Bukhara.


5 thoughts on “small world of the web

  1. Greetings. I saw your comment on Owl’s blog, clicked through to your blog, and am happily surprised to see a little mention of my home state and a couple other links to discover. More fascinating humans. Nice to make your virtual acquaintance.

  2. What a lovely post! It is pretty amazing how the internet allows so many people connect across distances. The world keeps getting smaller and smaller! Love your photo by the way!

  3. Jamies (both from Michigan!?)–thank you! Jamie, I took a look at your blog. Really lovely. Thanks for dropping by. And Jamie cNn, I love the variety of your flickr posts, and esp love the macro work. It’s amazing how a few photosets can reveal the texture of a life. I wonder what you do in Detroit, but part of me also doesn’t want to know! Again, thanks. I’ll be following you both. xoA

    1. Bless you, owl, that you can take these winters. I seek tropical refuge daily–at least for the darker months of the year. My hamstrings lock from October to April, especially at the dark and frigid hour of 6am. 🙂

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