New Welcome page

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What is happening on this site? Here is an update, which I wrote for the Welcome page.

Hey, Friend,

Thank you for coming by. What brought you here? Do we know each other? In case we don’t, I am Mathias Schulze. The pronunciation is [ma-tee-us], and many simply call me Mat. Yup, I only have one T; there is only one in the long version.

On this site, I have a little bit of information about my professional persona. This is how this site started a few years ago; I simply wanted to have a personal presence on the Internet, which is somewhat independent of a work and professional website. Now, I post the work-related stuff on Panta Rhei, my second blog.

I began this Texterium in 2020. It is like an infinite aquarium for texts. I have always been writing, usually work-related. Here, the texts are personal. Some might be enjoyable for others. Some might be insightful or interesting. If you’d like to know when something new is in the blog, follow it. There is a blue WordPress button on top of the right menu. If you are in WordPress, you know what happens. If you are not, you will get an email. Very occasionally. Thank you. This is important to peeps who blog. Very much appreciated.

I have grouped the texts losely into categories to organize myself and, hopefully, orient you, the reader.

  • Just words: I play with them. Sometimes just for fun. And then quite seriously and deliberately. Always to learn something new.
  • Just texts: poetry or prose. Often experimenting with form. Me trying out different genres, different styles, different forms, different topics, … often in writing workshops.
  • Shaping circles: me making sense of my world. One text at the time.
  • Voices: texts from friends. Occasionally, I post someone else’s creative work. If I like it. And they gave me permission.
  • Adjacent Stories are a budding fiction book project. I have been posting the occasional draft. Over time, I will add character, scene, and location sketches. I am hoping to be able to write this book in front of your eyes. It keeps changing and shifting because I am learning a lot in the process about writing fiction. One thing remains the same. There is one and the same character in each story somewhere, and he never gets to speak.

Enjoy. I hope. And let me know what you think about any or all of this.

And I spend some time on another blog. We called it Panta Rhei Enterprise. It is the home of non-fictional texts on complexity and change: language, leadership, and learning.

I just want light

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Why is the light white, he asked. 
- What kind of question is that? Do you want to buy these bulbs or not? 
— Wouldn’t it be good customer service to answer my question? I am just wondering about the color.
- The color of what?
— Of the light. I can’t see it.
And he pointed at the little boxes on the shelf.
- Are you serious? I have been working at Homedepot for seventeen years. Your question is a first. 
— Really? Are people not buying these bulbs?
- Yea, they do, but they don’t seem to talk about them as much. They just buy them.
— Do they ever return them? If they don’t have the right light?
- I don’t know. I work in these aisles, not at the service desk. You have to ask them.
— But when they don’t know what is meant by white!
He was gesturing at the shelf again.
- The light is white. What’s so difficult about it?
— Isn’t all light white?
- Really? How about red light?
— No, I mean the light itself. From the bulb. Not some filter. Or glass. Or whatever.
- All these bulbs have some kind of glass. It filters the light.
— Yea, sure. The one I opened has clear glass. So, I was wondering.
- Wondering about what? 
— Where does the white come from?
- I don’t know. It’s a bulb.
— That’s why I want to buy it. Just with the right light.
- All bulbs have the right light. You just need to know what you want.
— I want a light bulb. With nice light. Why does it have to be white?
- You said all light is white.
— Right. But I don’t want that.
- What do you want?
— I have no idea. Just light.

This conversation was playing in my head. A conversation about nothing. Just light.
Practicing the writing of dialog in a writing workshop a few weeks ago.