This is my third blog, my third attempt to write. It is less personal than my first, more serious than both first and second, and yet as much of a reflection of my thoughts as either.
I began my last exercise exhausted by the railings of some I have known and know, the feuding and rancor, the “with us or against us”, no middle ground, in essence the fundamentalist creed. Yet I dulled myself too much, trying to stay inside the lines. I want to bring back the fire, the thrust, the disappointment, the sentiments and emotions, without the poisonous hate.
I live in the only place in the US I could ever live. The only place a dialectic could see so many forces in motion, constantly clashing, take part and stand back. DC is a part of me now. I was born on 26APR1978.
The thing is to learn to edit what you let into your eyes and ears. About 96% of what is said, sung, proclaimed, advertised, reviewed or viewed or commented on, is absolute junk and ought to be avoided. The only reason I read some of those chains of comments is to keep my finger occasionally on the common pulse. I feel the need to know the herd. C does not. I feel the need to see the television. He does not.
Go within and deliver the new blog from what’s there. Looking forward to it.
*waves*
The thing is not to write as if your life depended on it. The blog will still be here even if you decide to take a break, as will your readership.
In the meantime, you’d better come up to NYC for GB5.
I command it. =P
Trying to stay inside the lines is exhausting.