Sunday, February 8, 2015
Doom
I'll admit I have been writing a lot lately about this blog. Often, quite often, this is a blog about a blog. Who on earth wants to read a blog about itself?!
You do.
And when I say "you" I have absolutely no idea what I mean. Yet, at the same time, I know precisely what I mean. I mean You. Simple. And you certainly know exactly what I mean by "you" or you might be in a bit of trouble, psychologically.
But today I did not want to write about my blog. I did not want to write about writing my blog. And I did not want to write about writing about writing my blog. But my overwhelming need to tell you all this sealed my doom.
Which teaches this interesting lesson:
There is nothing wrong with a bit of doom every once in awhile.
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If you were wondering, yes, you should comment. Not only does it remind me that I must write in intelligible English because someone is actually reading what I write, but it is also a pleasure for me since I am interested in anything you have to say.
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I have a feeling Feldenstein Calypso and Bob Dylan (fresh off his great speech!) and Anonymous have something to say about this topic.
ReplyDeleteTeaser alert! You, G.A., will appear once again with Dylan in a wee fascinating little post in the coming week or so!
DeleteOh, and I read that speech, which started kind of poignant and then got slightly hilarious in that Dylan as a cartoon character way. This quote from the transcription a particularly liked:
DeleteWhat have I done to deserve this special attention? No vocal range? When's the last time you heard Dr. John? Why don't you say that about him? Slur my words, got no diction. Have you people ever listened to Charley Patton or Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters. Talk about slurred words and no diction. [Inaudible] doesn't even matter.