Reassessments

According to Google Ngram, use of the word reassessment peaks around 1990, a climb beginning in the 20s, rarely used prior to 1900. We suspect what’s driving that curve are real estate markets. But to reassess is still relevant to publications, which is to say, books will go out of print, magazines fold, newspapers disappearContinue reading “Reassessments”

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All advertisement is argument. We start arguments when we say something and we know someone will disagree. Happens all the time. We are never safe from disagreement. If you say, “The sun rises in the east,” you might think you’d be safe from argument. But an astrophysicist listening in might say the sun does notContinue reading “Advertisement”

Bells, part 3, Relax

We should probably be wary of statements beginning with the pronouncement, “Never before, in the history of the world….” Nevertheless, given our current world predicament, we might find ourselves in need of some relaxation – seemingly, like never before. In his little book titled “How to Relax,” the monk Thich Nhat Hanh begins: “You don’tContinue reading “Bells, part 3, Relax”

Coast Road Trip: Sans Pics

A perspicacious reader asked why I haven’t posted any pics from the road trip. I’m working on moving toward a new kind of blog, more like the one I started, back in December of 2007, which contained no pics, just short bursts of writing pleasure. I had in mind the kind of posts the venerableContinue reading “Coast Road Trip: Sans Pics”

A Loss of Intimacy

How does one create a sense of intimacy with a blog? The very word, blog, heavy and lugubrious, suggests something one may not want to get too close to. Does intimacy imply a kind of secrecy, like the sharing of handwritten letters over time between two persons who have never met in propria persona? The LatinContinue reading “A Loss of Intimacy”

Child with Blue Cat on Concrete

Past posts drop farther and farther down the vertical ramp of the blog, disappearing like sidewalk chalk drawings. One critic walks around the drawing, viewing it carefully, as if visiting a gallery or museum, another walks over it, disgusted with art. The sidewalk artist moves up to a clear space of concrete, or draws over yesterday’sContinue reading “Child with Blue Cat on Concrete”

Psychosomatic foghorn earborn earworms!

“I see you and Joe finished that book on mistakes. Was it good?” “Joe posted some notes to his blog.” “Did anyone read that post? I noticed he got no likes or comments.” “To be a blogger is to go unread as no author dare go unread.” “What?” “Never mind.” “So what are you readingContinue reading “Psychosomatic foghorn earborn earworms!”

“Mkgnao! Mrkgnao! Mrkrgnao! Gurrhr!”

…from the 4th chapter of Joyce’s “Ulysses,” as Bloom prepares breakfast, his cat lingering by: Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn’t like her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat,Continue reading ““Mkgnao! Mrkgnao! Mrkrgnao! Gurrhr!””

Hey, where did that Tweet go? Never-mind, check this out: Cat Twitter and Blog Beautiful

Is there any expression more ephemeral than the tweet? Tweets are like mosquitoes, they bite and you have to scratch, and they fly about in swarms. Of course, you don’t have to go out into the twittering evening. There are many species of tweets but all have a short life cycle. Tweets are tiny. LargeContinue reading “Hey, where did that Tweet go? Never-mind, check this out: Cat Twitter and Blog Beautiful”

The Phrenological Slope of the Post

Do some blog-brains have a pronounced proclivity propelling profuse postings, and can the inclination be felt in the shape of their skulls? A blogger has fallen from grace with the blogging sea. I’ve been meaning to post on the phenom, and even though it’s old news in today’s Blogger Ocean, where tides rise and fallContinue reading “The Phrenological Slope of the Post”