Saturday, May 14, 2005
manifesto
Welcome to the ghost robot.
I've been reading mp3 blogs for seven months now, so I thought I'd try the whole thing out. This is mostly practice for future blogs, illuminating extentions of earnest print publications and creative collections of varying enthusiasms. Blogs are becoming organziational tools, so I thought I'd better learn about 'em. I'm not quite sure what I want ot write about yet, and I'm not entirely convinced that I'm up for writing at all. I'm bright, but I don't know any of the secret rules revealed in monthly installments of Personal Writing Magazine. Despite my protests, every new venture deserves a confident manifesto, as a California summer expects a Vermont fall.
While it would be great if I could deliver quality music criticism on a regular basis, or post songs that would brighten the halogen glow at your day job, or provide essential mixes that would show that special someone not only how much you care, but also how unselfconscously clever and thoughtful you are, or maybe scour private storage spaces with my trusty calcium dectector to reveal monstrous bones in celebrity closets, or even come up with simple, manageable recipes to impress you friends and guests, I'm not sure any of that will happen. In fact, I'm doubtful.
Instead, I will try to write the thoughts out of my head, adding little to the bounty of the internet, but creating a wonderful void here, right here, behind my eyes. In an obvious irony, this not for you. This is for me. I'm sorry. Blog beginning as break-up.
We are writing to remind ourselves that we are writing, that the keys move, but not of their own volition. We are writing, we are writing, we are writing. We believe in the positive power of practice, repetition and routine. We believe to heal our unbelief; that grand unbelief that the world exhibits cruelty and chaos at every scale, and that the honest production of personal meaning is simply impossible in these conditions. Wait, that just sounded like a prissy actor's lament. Four invisible paragraph marks, and the melodrama has begun. Shanti, shanti, shanti.
Thanks for visiting. We are on this adventure together. Every day has a theme, and today we are celebrating life.
¶ 10:43 PM
Welcome to the ghost robot.
I've been reading mp3 blogs for seven months now, so I thought I'd try the whole thing out. This is mostly practice for future blogs, illuminating extentions of earnest print publications and creative collections of varying enthusiasms. Blogs are becoming organziational tools, so I thought I'd better learn about 'em. I'm not quite sure what I want ot write about yet, and I'm not entirely convinced that I'm up for writing at all. I'm bright, but I don't know any of the secret rules revealed in monthly installments of Personal Writing Magazine. Despite my protests, every new venture deserves a confident manifesto, as a California summer expects a Vermont fall.
While it would be great if I could deliver quality music criticism on a regular basis, or post songs that would brighten the halogen glow at your day job, or provide essential mixes that would show that special someone not only how much you care, but also how unselfconscously clever and thoughtful you are, or maybe scour private storage spaces with my trusty calcium dectector to reveal monstrous bones in celebrity closets, or even come up with simple, manageable recipes to impress you friends and guests, I'm not sure any of that will happen. In fact, I'm doubtful.
Instead, I will try to write the thoughts out of my head, adding little to the bounty of the internet, but creating a wonderful void here, right here, behind my eyes. In an obvious irony, this not for you. This is for me. I'm sorry. Blog beginning as break-up.
We are writing to remind ourselves that we are writing, that the keys move, but not of their own volition. We are writing, we are writing, we are writing. We believe in the positive power of practice, repetition and routine. We believe to heal our unbelief; that grand unbelief that the world exhibits cruelty and chaos at every scale, and that the honest production of personal meaning is simply impossible in these conditions. Wait, that just sounded like a prissy actor's lament. Four invisible paragraph marks, and the melodrama has begun. Shanti, shanti, shanti.
Thanks for visiting. We are on this adventure together. Every day has a theme, and today we are celebrating life.
¶ 10:43 PM
