This is a blog. My blog. There are many like it, but this one is mine. I’ve always wanted to keep one up (and used to, back in the BAD OLD DAYS), and this is my current, latest, and hopefully final attempt.
So what is this place?
The workspace of Thomas K. Meyer, born unto the world on the Year of Our Lord 1987, who is currently residing in Toronto of all the god-damned places he could be. Sometime resident of Toronto, Dublin, Brno, Peterborough, Sundsvall, Uppsala, and now, once again Toronto, he teaches children to be better people than he was, and sometimes, what an electron can do.
What will go here? What I want, so that means some fictions, some ideas, some ramblings, and we’ll see what else.
What’s with that crazy title?
So glad you asked. There are two parts to the name Electronic Ephemera.
Electricity, by its very nature, is movement. Voltage is a measure of the potential power of the theoretically-complete circuit; until the metal hits the metal and the electrons surge, there’s potential, but nothing else. (And if you’re about to lecture me that electricity is “Ummm…actually it’s the movement of fields of current, not electrons per se”, you are correct, and please email me because I don’t understand that part myself).
But if those electrons/fields are encouraged to shift, even a little bit, one can perform miracles like, say, read in the dark by the light of a swinging bulb, or, speak as loudly as their words will let themselves be carried. Before it becomes burning light electricity is the anticipation of such; the potential of great things happening and happening all at once. One could say, if they were so inclined, that the buzz in the crowd before the concert, or the tingle of anticipation in the lips before the kiss; that those are electric.
Ephemera, as is less-well known (at least by the author as he was choosing a title), has two meanings, both of them suitable for the task at hand:
- Greek:- Ephemera are any transitory written or printed matters that are not meant to be retained or preserved. The word derives from the Greek Εφήμερα, meaning “lasting only one day, short-lived”.
- things that exist or are used or enjoyed for only a short time.
So for those of you not paying attention in the back: the potential power of transitory things. Words and ideas and things that might, just might, do something wonderful.
Or, if you’d prefer: if we’re just motes of dust, so let’s go get stuck in somebody’s eye.
