Blogs and Bocadillios
Ok
it's my turn to be open, oververbous, vulnerable and yet somehow
completely protected by the fourthwall of the internet. Yum,
fourthmeal. No! Junk food, non sequitor, irrelliventias expectoramus!
Ahem, I was saying. I am safe because 1) my virtual friends love me 2)
my real friends even say so! 3) if you don't fall into category one or
two, you most likely don't give a flying spit anyhow, so, fine. (The
waterred down Carla Aiello principle)
Remember fourthmeal, when that hot catsup packet proposed to you, and you believed it? Ah, memories. If my fingers were faster I'd have snap chatted it. If the internet wasn't so fleeting, it might have been worth it. But nevermind that. I'm getting real here!!
Wherever you are, whenever you are, I just wanted to say "Good Morning". Actually what I really want to do is to prattle on like a giddy, jiggidy, gushing lush on 8bit ecstasy... I'm high on life again, and I've only just had a sip. I swear! I can't drive either way! I'm giving myself the license to spill. If by now you've figured out that I don't actually have any thing much to add to the conversation, go ahead and scroll away, or troll me, I dare ya! It's a free country, and a much free-er social mediascape, and If I want to stand on the corner and rave on like I've been liquidated, what have I got to lose!? (Actually I have a lot to lose, this is overflow. I feel like this is okay. I merely pine for validation, while ironically taking pleasure in the odd spectacle. You can't stop me!) Anyhow, I value the written word. Certainly over any other form of writing, anyweighz. Math equations?! Please. No contest. If you're an accountant, my apologies. I'd love to get to the bottom of a spreadsheet with you later.
All emotions aside; I feel - wait, I mean I THINK - almost had me there. I THINK that the key issues being roundly addressed here are unnecessary censorship, the lost art of the blog, err, conversation, and plagiarism. 1) why censor? Why hold back. Anything that I'm keeping from F.B. Public, I'm just as well keeping from myself. So why save all of that material. If it's worth much less than the average 15 second glance, I'm sure it will find it's river and rail to the back of a digital landfill in no time. But hey, there might be good cogs and tidbits in the scruffage of all of that roughage. If you're not really looking anyways... and here I'm guessing most people are also entering the trend of social scroll-a-thon barely worth a double-take trend glazers. (That's worth a second look, right there though). I'm not saying I don't care. But the more I look, the more accustomed I get to overlooking, until I just don't. Why? Boredom? Not enough sensory exposure? How could that be it. Not when the humble ordinary written word has been holding court generously for millenia. (Another bow to mere language?? Okay, I must admit, I genuflect and gut-rack to many more engaging forms of entertainment. BUT.) I think there are some sub-trends. One might be the lack of authenticity. Now. NOW! Do you here me writing this to you? If not, I don't blame you. At least I hope that you find an engaging co-host to pepper the mix with sound effects (ba-zoing-g-g rubber-chicken garbage can cymbals!) And the occasional pregnant silence. ::Budabudabudabbbbthhhhh::
But if your internal reader is lacking, that might be because of a lack of authenticity from the sharer. Hereinsofar: me. I'm sorry. (I'm remembering trying to dismember FB a couple of times in the past, so I just have to say, really digging the *stories* hey, they are so much fun and naturally, almost undeniably authentic. Maybe because it's easy to have a style when youve got audio-vizhhh. Write???
Ok where was I. So what I most dig is when folks find their style and stick with it. But I also dig folks whose style iz especially experimental from time to time. Maybe because I know that guy (say for instance, Gerry Marr ) and I get what he's digging there, so now I grok. But then, actually I can't really think of someone who doesn't have "their thing". Is not having a thing my thing?! Oh no that can't be!! Wait, unnecessary existential doubt, that's just one of my things. Baby. Ya dig? 🤓
Next stop. Plagiarism. This is a big issue for me. I once stole the pyramids at Giza, the Eifell Tower, and the Statue of Liberty. I kept them in my coat closet. No, sorry, that's Kleptomania, a whole other level of theft. Speaking of other levels, I believe it was Göerthe, or was it Jarmusch, who said, "Its not where you take things from, it's what [great lengths] you take them to". ::snaps, snaps::
I basically believe this, to such a level that I don't think I'll ever be able to make Bank on intellectual property of any kind. I'll sell you a sandwhich, surefire, I'll even call it a "bocadillio" (mmmmmmm...) but if I were to find myself writing a 10 page essay on the meaning of that thang, I couldn't do better than to give it away. I don't know the meaning of this.
Ok, maybe I'm hungry for one of those bun-liberated fourthmeal again, or perhaps I'm just wondering where-to-next. Oh yes!! My favorite. The lost art of the blog. I never had a blog. Perhaps I should start one. I don't really have that much to say (I don't! Don't take away my keys!) Ay, particularly enjoy the self-referential, the naval-gazing, especially within the framework of such a beloved and wond3rful www FB. I'm sorry I badmouthed you, social media. I'll make it up! Want a bocadillio?
Please do comment. If you bite your tongue on this one, it might not grow back (ouch!). JK do whatever you want. It's a free webiverze.
Remember fourthmeal, when that hot catsup packet proposed to you, and you believed it? Ah, memories. If my fingers were faster I'd have snap chatted it. If the internet wasn't so fleeting, it might have been worth it. But nevermind that. I'm getting real here!!
Wherever you are, whenever you are, I just wanted to say "Good Morning". Actually what I really want to do is to prattle on like a giddy, jiggidy, gushing lush on 8bit ecstasy... I'm high on life again, and I've only just had a sip. I swear! I can't drive either way! I'm giving myself the license to spill. If by now you've figured out that I don't actually have any thing much to add to the conversation, go ahead and scroll away, or troll me, I dare ya! It's a free country, and a much free-er social mediascape, and If I want to stand on the corner and rave on like I've been liquidated, what have I got to lose!? (Actually I have a lot to lose, this is overflow. I feel like this is okay. I merely pine for validation, while ironically taking pleasure in the odd spectacle. You can't stop me!) Anyhow, I value the written word. Certainly over any other form of writing, anyweighz. Math equations?! Please. No contest. If you're an accountant, my apologies. I'd love to get to the bottom of a spreadsheet with you later.
All emotions aside; I feel - wait, I mean I THINK - almost had me there. I THINK that the key issues being roundly addressed here are unnecessary censorship, the lost art of the blog, err, conversation, and plagiarism. 1) why censor? Why hold back. Anything that I'm keeping from F.B. Public, I'm just as well keeping from myself. So why save all of that material. If it's worth much less than the average 15 second glance, I'm sure it will find it's river and rail to the back of a digital landfill in no time. But hey, there might be good cogs and tidbits in the scruffage of all of that roughage. If you're not really looking anyways... and here I'm guessing most people are also entering the trend of social scroll-a-thon barely worth a double-take trend glazers. (That's worth a second look, right there though). I'm not saying I don't care. But the more I look, the more accustomed I get to overlooking, until I just don't. Why? Boredom? Not enough sensory exposure? How could that be it. Not when the humble ordinary written word has been holding court generously for millenia. (Another bow to mere language?? Okay, I must admit, I genuflect and gut-rack to many more engaging forms of entertainment. BUT.) I think there are some sub-trends. One might be the lack of authenticity. Now. NOW! Do you here me writing this to you? If not, I don't blame you. At least I hope that you find an engaging co-host to pepper the mix with sound effects (ba-zoing-g-g rubber-chicken garbage can cymbals!) And the occasional pregnant silence. ::Budabudabudabbbbthhhhh::
But if your internal reader is lacking, that might be because of a lack of authenticity from the sharer. Hereinsofar: me. I'm sorry. (I'm remembering trying to dismember FB a couple of times in the past, so I just have to say, really digging the *stories* hey, they are so much fun and naturally, almost undeniably authentic. Maybe because it's easy to have a style when youve got audio-vizhhh. Write???
Ok where was I. So what I most dig is when folks find their style and stick with it. But I also dig folks whose style iz especially experimental from time to time. Maybe because I know that guy (say for instance, Gerry Marr ) and I get what he's digging there, so now I grok. But then, actually I can't really think of someone who doesn't have "their thing". Is not having a thing my thing?! Oh no that can't be!! Wait, unnecessary existential doubt, that's just one of my things. Baby. Ya dig? 🤓
Next stop. Plagiarism. This is a big issue for me. I once stole the pyramids at Giza, the Eifell Tower, and the Statue of Liberty. I kept them in my coat closet. No, sorry, that's Kleptomania, a whole other level of theft. Speaking of other levels, I believe it was Göerthe, or was it Jarmusch, who said, "Its not where you take things from, it's what [great lengths] you take them to". ::snaps, snaps::
I basically believe this, to such a level that I don't think I'll ever be able to make Bank on intellectual property of any kind. I'll sell you a sandwhich, surefire, I'll even call it a "bocadillio" (mmmmmmm...) but if I were to find myself writing a 10 page essay on the meaning of that thang, I couldn't do better than to give it away. I don't know the meaning of this.
Ok, maybe I'm hungry for one of those bun-liberated fourthmeal again, or perhaps I'm just wondering where-to-next. Oh yes!! My favorite. The lost art of the blog. I never had a blog. Perhaps I should start one. I don't really have that much to say (I don't! Don't take away my keys!) Ay, particularly enjoy the self-referential, the naval-gazing, especially within the framework of such a beloved and wond3rful www FB. I'm sorry I badmouthed you, social media. I'll make it up! Want a bocadillio?
Please do comment. If you bite your tongue on this one, it might not grow back (ouch!). JK do whatever you want. It's a free webiverze.
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