This week was a little piece of hell for me and a bigger piece of hell for a friend of mine.
We used to joke about Deadwood Powder Keg Syndrome. I wonder if he and I are suffering from it. His suffering is warranted. Mine was extracted by a reader concerned about my last post.
I don't often get visibly angry or upset about things. I'm kind of that person who packs it all on the inside. I didn't find my post to be off putting or scary, but readers will read and I can only embrace the postmodern death of the author. (Merci , Roland Barthes, merci boucoup! J'écris donc je meurs. C'est ca.)
It was a strange week of competing interests. It was yet another week of getting information, processing information, learning more information.
It was another week of talking, talking, talking.
About what? That's not so important.
I want to be obtuse in this post. I don't feel like being transparent or smart today.
Oh, but I shall be clear in this one thing. I would like to say to the reader only known as A Little of This, A Little of That, you have something to say. Your comments are too insightful and clever for you to remain silent. You may either write a blog or send an email (firstname.lastname@example.org). You now have an audience of one, who would like to know more.
I believe that there will be a second wave (or third) of writing on these blog things. It will be like the second and third wave of ska, or even feminism. Exciting, captivating and most of all endemic.