I know. I’ve neglected you. I’m sorry.
Thing is, I keep reading, downloading material, clipping articles from the daily rags, listening to the on-airs, watching the unending recapitulation, hour after hour, day after day from cable talking heads. Yes, thing is, I keep doing all of this with the intention of feeding you, Dear Blog–words, thoughts, your nutrition…your appetite insatiable.
Problem is, I keep finding more important things to do. Sorry. Priorities, you know.
First of all, there’s the “creative” writing. Yes, I know, my posts to you, Dear Blog, do, at times, take on a bit of a creative bent. Those are the posts that ramble, usually with content and conclusions that don’t have a lot to do with the intended subject matter of the post. My mind wanders.
The other, more serious, trudge through the “creative” process is fictional genre and certainly literary pieces I’ve been obsessing about (behind your back, Dear Blog), and which have consumed the hours of the day as a spinster her needlework…a solitary passion that, somehow–Go figure!–seems important, worthwhile.
Not that you, Dear Blog, aren’t important. Finding the time to fit you in, has become difficult; a juggling act I’ve yet to master.
Here’s just a vignette of what I would have posted, had I found the time:
Paul Campos, a law professor at CU and contributor to the Rocky Mountain News (Op-Ed), recently wrote:
“A blog allows one to dash off a brilliant riposte to some flawed argument or rhetorical atrocity, without having to deal with publishing schedules or, worse, editors who insist that factual assertions be true, and who place other tiresome demands on creative genius, even as it pours for from a metaphorical pen.
“…I find it difficult to believe that such witticisms [blogger's posts] aren’t composed with one hand, while the other clutches a glass of cabernet sauvignon the size of Lake Tahoe.
“Indeed, among writers in general, and bloggers in particular, alcohol and narcissism go together like peanut butter and chocolate. Psychologists define narcissistic personality disorder as involving a grandiose sense of self-importance, and an overwhelming need for the constant attention and admiration of others.”
Not that I haven’t perused a few blogs obviously drowning in some mind-dulling substance, and, indeed, wreak of that particular blogger’s obsessive-compulsive urge to perambulate through the silly as opposed to the substantive. But, for Campos to suggest (in fact, believe), categorically that “…alcohol and narcissism…” are the raw materials of the Blogosphere–as opposed to the impeccably lucid haut monde of newspapers where, surely, alcohol and narcissism are conspicuous strangers–wreaks of the delusional conclusion that the “people’s space”–the Blogosphere–is irrelevant and can be dismissed with the false premise that its fuel is unarguably chardonnay and egoism.
Basic legal tenet that provides each reasonable man is presumed to intend the natural consequences of his acts. Campos stuck foot in mouth. Drivel ensued.
P.S. Campos in good company — FOX NEWS