Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," world-weary, wobbly, and woozy. Wow.
It's Friday evening, and I would like to take a moment to thank all of you who commented on the final destination of my Obama/Biden sign (see below). I'll let you know if it's still there when I go back on Memorial Day to spruce the place up.
Today's sermon:
Lately I've seen much scorn heaped upon web logs, most of it suggesting that the form does not rise to artistic heights. In other words, snobs still get into print, while we bloggers multiply like Tribbles and are full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Harsh.
Yes, I wanted to be a newspaper columnist. For awhile I reviewed books for the Detroit Free Press. I loved that. But it was as close as I got to being a real print journalist.
I also wanted to keep a diary. But I'm left-handed, and writing longhand has always been a messy struggle for me. So when this blog business came along, it was like a miracle. I can keep a typed diary, and you can read it! And I can read yours!
Web logs may be the maggots of the lit-tra-cha world, but let me tell you this. Over a year ago I wrote a post about an award-winning author named David Bradley, and a book he wrote called The Chaneysville Incident. Lo and behold, about three weeks ago I opened my email, and there was a nice note from Mr. Bradley -- a person I've wanted to meet since I was 20 years old! He saw my blog post about him. (I bet he would love "Sign," below, even though I'm not a real writer.)
In a similar way I have made contact with Professor Rodger Cunningham and an old friend in Detroit City, Dean Dauphinais. People do Google their names occasionally. Unless they've been stuck with a moniker like "Anne Johnson."
Actually, I beg to differ with the smarty-pants people out there. All sorts of folks who have had the urge to write but never the time, or the encouragement, have done some great stuff on web logs. Rosie is one writer who springs to mind. She is getting published all over the place, and she deserves it.
Partly inspired by Rosie, and partly inspired by a newspaper story I read last week, I have inaugurated a new web log that is now listed in my sidebar.
The web log is called Six Word Web Log, and that's what it will be. No entry will be longer than six words. The punctuation will vary, as will the subject matter. But six words it is, and that's all.
Think how long it will take you to read it! I hope you'll try it out. I'm going to keep everything over there very minimal (needless to say), so please keep coming here for the worthless verbiage of another useless blogger.
8 comments:
I can't even get my fingers warmed up in only six words!
That's interesting, I'm left handed also.
The interesting thing about blogs that I figured out some time ago is that they do not read like books, after all, who reads a book backwards?
Bottom line? We're just pretty much pissing our time away if we think we are going to change the world for the better with them.
Besides, I don't support supporting all religions, especially the major ones. Trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is just insanity, or plain stupidity.
If internet ramblings didn't have the power to bring about change, politicians and publishers wouldn't invest in them.
I'll have to check out the Six Word Blog. That sounds like some twisted off-shoot of haiku, heh.
I'll of course be lurking around here. :)
i agree with you.although i do think there are certain people that shouldn't be allowed to blog..ha...i can't wait to check out your 6 words...
Just like haiku, only haier. Rodger Cunningham
Both of my parents are left-handed and my brother and I were both right handed (they are the only lefties we know of in their respective families). Prior to my mother becoming very ill, she'd managed lovely handwriting, though it took nearly standing on her head and contorting her arm in a variety of unnatural positions to achieve that!
Curiousity is sending over to the new blog now..
Trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is just insanity, or plain stupidity.
Just like the comments you post here...
ah, but everybody loves tribbles! well, except Klingons. Does this mean all literature snobs are disguised Klingon spies?
star trek jokes. gotta love 'em
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