Monday, May 16, 2005

A mouthful

It has been suggested to me that writing without anything to say is similar to chewing with nothing in your mouth. I guess that's not the concern I've had since this whole blog business began. I find myself awash in possible blog topics: memories, rants, conjectures, opinions, the price of tea and the china that might hold it.
Babbling on breathlessly has never been the concern - doing it with conviction, there's the rub.
I wrote "The Great American Novel" when over the Memorial Day vacation of my ninth grade year. It was a bustling forty-two pages (hand-written on college rule paper), and it bristling with insight and passion. I even had a literary device: The Voice From the Great Beyond. That is well and good and can wait for its very own blog.
We were addressing the need to continue addressing things in a blog. It's awful darn meta if you ask me, but we're part of a post-modern world, so why not strip naked and wallow around in it? When you're done with this, click on that little button at the top of the page that says "Next Blog." Find out all about what is on everybody else's mind. It's not just me. On the contrary, there seems to be an ever-expanding number of people who want to share their points of view with anyone with the bandwidth and spare time to look at it.
Me too. I started because I have a friend who has a lot of haiku to share and doesn't mind taking the time to spread it out here in cyberspace, syllable by syllable. It reminds me of the idea I had once upon a time for The Cult of Publication. Who needs all those rejection letters? I can pick my audience, and then assail them daily if I choose. Later I pester them if they didn't post a comment. "What, didn't you like it? Where's my immediate reaction?"
So, I'll keep trying to find big bites of the American Dream to fill up my evening downtime - and you (lucky you) will keep wondering just what my point must be. For now, it's the exercise. Tomorrow I promise something about TV dinners.


Anonymous said...

Ooh, that was fun. I clicked "Next Blog" and got this recipe in anticipation of Hurricane Season opening (June 1):
1 oz vodka
1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur
1/2 oz sloe gin
1 splash Midori® melon liqueur
1 splash Southern Comfort® peach liqueur
1 oz orange juice
1/2 oz cranberry juice
Mix all ingredients over ice in large shaker. Add more juice to taste for the lightweights. Shake well and strain into shot glass. This recipe may be doubled or quadrupled.
Lyrics for Jimmy Buffett's "Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season" can be found here .
AND a link to this wonderful game: Feed the Model!

Ms. C

KJW said...

The worth of a blog is not measured in content, nor is the content of the blog a symbol of worth. It is the measuring itself that yields worth. The measuring, in all its analytical and wry forms... separates us from our modern comatose. It takes away our numbness. The very time and tools of measure give rise to formulae that give concreteness and create reliable systems of thought - even if the thought is of chaos - that provides the human spirit with the certainty it needs to sleep peacefully at night. Some call it religion. Pick a system and let er rip.
As far as the next blog goes.... there is never a "next blog". If thought is universal, non-physical matter/energy,then our thoughts must be part of the same ethos. Unless you believe that our mind-product exist in separate universes (are you a separatist?). Therefore,if our thoughts are a part of the same ethos, in which there are no dividing lines... their blog is a part of your blog. The crazy Klansman (aka village idiot), the scientist,the 4th grader on her computer,even God - if She bothers to think... I get the sneaking suspicion that God does something besides "think".
Anyway. Keepon blogging!

JDiego said...

Frankly, after reading the title of this posting, I was sure we were going to be reading about the fine art of Big Mac stuffing...