This is my last post on feelingelephants.wordpress.com and my first official post on jessicadickinsongoodman.com. If you come to feelingelephants, you’ll be redirected to my new site though the blog is still titled “FeelingElephants.” In the 4.5 years I’ve been writing here, I’ve had:
My first post was a review of the movie Once which touched on a lot of the themes I delved into here: politics, gender, music. These are still and will continue to be what I blog about at my new homebase. This site has been like a set of clothes that I’ve grown to fit and that’ve grown to fit me. It’s comfortable here, but I want to do more. I want to show you my projects, choose my own colors, design my work’s context from (nearly) scratch.
In that first post, my inspirational quote was:
There’s no place like 127.0.0.1
That’s still true. But for now, home will no longer be feelingelephants.wordpress.com. It will be more closely tied to me, to my name, and what I plan to make of myself in the world after graduation. See you there.
“Once upon a time, there lived six blind men in a village. One day the villagers told them, “Hey, there is an elephant in the village today.”
They had no idea what an elephant is. They decided, “Even though we would not be able to see it, let us go and feel it anyway.” All of them went where the elephant was. Everyone of them touched the elephant.
“Hey, the elephant is a pillar,” said the first man who touched his leg.
“Oh, no! it is like a rope,” said the second man who touched the tail.
“Oh, no! it is like a thick branch of a tree,” said the third man who touched the trunk of the elephant.
“It is like a big hand fan” said the fourth man who touched the ear of the elephant.
“It is like a huge wall,” said the fifth man who touched the belly of the elephant.
“It is like a solid pipe,” Said the sixth man who touched the tusk of the elephant.”–An old Indian folk-tale.