WHERE ARE YOU
AND WHO AM I?
My name is Laura Hartmark. I write. I am a writer. This is my blog. You are a reader. And you are reading this. I’m glad we are on the same page.
WHAT IS HERE? There are over 100 posts here. If you remember that I wrote something about the lure of a washing machine spinning, living to the age of 112 or the letter W, you can search my mad ramblings via Google. Or check out the most LIKED or most VISITED posts by clicking on the photos in the right menu —-> You can also click the main categories in the header: Illogics, Deconstructing Otherness, and Naughty Cuisine. I personally like Illogics, but you can do what you want, Dear Reader.
Other readers like to read a writer open a vein or stir a pot. If you catch me writing like this you’ll know I’ve failed a lot. I try to write with no words, and I use simple html.
Yesterday I discovered Carol Maso thanks to one of my devoted friends and readers. I think Maso and I would like to have tea. If you see her, please tell her I said so.
If you are feeling brave, you may navigate using The RATHER ROWDY UNINDEX. It doesn’t work, or lead anywhere, but the waves are thrilling.
When you are reading here, you must take your time. You must decide for yourself if you want to listen to music while reading. I provide music via videos. Often, I recommend playing all videos at once. But my mind delights in parsing sounds. I do not assume that my mind is like your mind. But if you play a video and then read the words, or read the words and then play a video, this is the best way to hear echoes. Because of the repetitive nature of the human heartbeat, it is my opinion that echoes satisfy the human soul. But you, Dear Reader, may do as you please.
How else can you contact me? Oh, I don’t know….but
DON’T BOTHER CALLING ME. I WON’T PICK UP THE PHONE. I’M SWEEPING.
I like your comments, I really do. I also like messages. I am a reader of menus and streetsigns and sometimes books. But mostly, I am a reader of messages. Messages, pennies, talismans and gumballs delight me.