I mocked bloggers and their kind two years ago. The frustrated artists with no paying audience, I thought then, as smug as those stuffy clowns who mocked Henry Ford's earliest assembly line or the first radio with pictures.
I mock no longer - the blog is pure untrammeled communication, a world with few edits and no rules...a near as dammit description of my own self, in a way. I want in.
Most of all, I want to be a part of the greatest and most genuine creative process that we can ever know - the wild carom of ideas, back and forth, twisted and adulterated, where the spent ashes of one debate are the life giving potash for the next. I want my small part of a organic and pulsing intellectual havoc, where ideas are king.
I shall post a morsel or two about each of my personal bedrock interests in the coming days - my own melange of sports, Oscar Wilde, and the current Afghanistan disaster. No idea is safe, but in an odd way, all ideas are as sacred as life itself. You will come to know me as well as you know yourself.
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