Spooling fooling words?

My new hard drive has arrived, my pictures are loading...ah, sweet sweet blogging can resume.
I have been continuing to tear up my journal writing and make those winding paths seen in previous works.
The latest piece has been a "spool" of my writing. "A thread of thinking" or "Unraveling my writing."
I'm sure there are other phrases. In fact, it feels fairly cliche so I'm either original with this spool of words or have plagiarized someone else's work. Has it all been done before? Those who have seen it already have told me they've never seen it before.

It reminded me of a story I heard about Paul McCartney writing the song, Yesterday. Wikipedia confirms it:
According to biographers of McCartney and The Beatles, McCartney composed the entire melody in a dream one night in his room at the Wimpole Street home of his then girlfriend Jane Asher and her family.^[1] Upon waking, he hurried to a piano and played the tune to avoid letting it slip into the recesses of his mind.^[2]
McCartney's initial concern was that he had subconsciously plagiarised someone else's work (known as cryptomnesia). As he put it, "For about a month I went round to people in the music business and asked them whether they had ever heard it before. Eventually it became like handing something in to the police. I thought if no-one claimed it after a few weeks then I could have it."^[2]
See the full story here.

I don't claim this spool of words will enjoy the success of a Beatles' Song, I just hope I haven't subconsciously stolen another piece! Whatever the case, I think I'll continue spooling and fooling around with it.

The Virtual/Real Tangle

The start of grad school has begun with a jumble of information...not unlike the tangled cords that sit behind my computer and are pictured below. I've noticed the same tangle happening in a paper sculpture that is still growing and has been featured in previous blog posts--also pictured below.
But just as I can't quite unravel the tangle of classes, career paths, and tangle of information in this age of social networking, I can't seem to get my simple digital images uploaded to the blog. You see, my computer at home is even confused. It crashed unexpectedly the other day and when I restart it, a blinking icon of a folder with a question mark appears. I've been told in an apocalyptical tone, "That's bad."
That blinking question mark in its innocent Mac friendly font taunts me. It, too, is not sure what to do!
"How will I blog for my people?," I wondered. So I brought my digital camera to my school computer lab but the computer doesn't seem to upload the pics either. Sigh. In the irony of my techno-fuzzy world, I've taken a picture of my camera with my camera on my iPhone. (Yes, I'm now one of those people as of a few weeks ago.) I then emailed the iPhone pictures to myself and posted them here on this blog.



I also took a picture of this very blog you're looking at. Woh, that is so conceptual!
Quiz: How many screens are you looking through before you get to see my paper sculpture? Is it real? Sick, huh? Makes you want to touch a human being or play with mud or something, doesn't it?