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INTERGALACTIC SHOW AND TELL
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Yesterday, someone told me, while in a contemplative stance (or was that trance), "I just don't get it. The whole blogging thing. I don't understand what all that is about." Or something like that as I recall.
"Me neither" I could have said a short few months ago. Then I began to blog. Truthfully, not to find/develop/have an audience/or share ANYTHING - but to give myself a kick-in-the-butt to write some words. A sort of dreaded taskmaster aka Kathy Bates in Misery - you haven't blogged today/this week/this month. You must go to your room. You must blog something.
And let me say something about being a WRITER blogger. When you are a WRITER and you see people who don't profess to being WRITERS or don't have any interest in being WRITERS - WRITING MILLIONs OF WORDS BY THE MOMENT there is just a hint of inspiration, desperation and OH MY GOD, everyone is ahead of me fleeting panic. As in, Where are my words?!! The whole entire world is attrition (rereading and don't have clue what this word is supposed to be!)me and I'm watching reruns of Seinfield on my huge 27 inch screen.
But this is what I get - finally - about blogging. It's not a writers assignment. It's not a showcase for literary talent. It's not about spelling or grammer or typos. It's not a framework to point to how witty someone may (or may not) be.
It's communication. With the world. One big international, galatic open book of life. Doggone. Why didn't somebody tell me that sooner
I can crack open a blogspot and peek into the shadows and light of live'rs - that is people living, still alive, still kicking and doing this thing called "I am here and this is my piece of the cosmic puzzle. This is what my 2x2 portion is made up of. How about yours?"
I have to thank the guy that went to Pat's in PA for cheesesteak for his birthday and TOOK A PICTURE OF THE SANDWITCH BEFORE, DURING, AND AFTER EATING IT - (ok, the empty paper.) I bumped into it while searching for a Philly's Eagles fan club in our neck of the globe and if there is anything that my PA husband craves for dinner 7 nights a week it's PAT'S CHEESESTEAKS and I call him over and say look - this guy is witcha. He understands! And my husband stands there with his stomach growling and his eyes moist and says - "Yes, he does."
And then my soon to be famous novelist friend - Joshilyn Jackson see (gods and in Alabama or go to joshilynjackson.com)- has this AWESOME blog where she doesn't describe an incident with her son as much as she rips open the curtain, the fricken curtain of TIME, and pulls it back to put us there to SEE a conversation they had about a simple little thing like a FOLDER and I'm THERE with the rest of the world in her piece of the pie. Then there is my friend Waylon, who happens to be the greatest living playwright in the world and I want to tell him - STOP BLOGGING AND GO WRITE YOUR NEXT PLAY! But he wouldn't listen to me anyway.
EVERYONE IN THE WORLD IS TALKING TO ONE ANOTHER. Ok, almost everyone. There is Burning in Bagdad which is enthralling because its such a open in the middle of the mush piece of the pie (although I don't believe journalists are better off with their captures (truly, c'mon, I've seen the severed heads) unless they convinced said captures that they'd turn a pretty story in the their direction - but the fact of the matter is I'm not there and not going to be there. And there are blogs by soldiers over there and everywhere else and people in Seattle surviving the pain of the rain (but Tennessee is right up there withchu this year) and someone down in Key Largo sunning and fishing and drinking straight out of coconuts and - wait a minute, what am I doing in Tennessee again? Oh yeah, it's a God thing.
But the jest of it is this. Everyone remembers the coolest day in grade school was show and tell and now for the ones that embrace it, it's their show and tell everyday.
Of course some of us didn't have anything cool to show. We remembered Show and Tell ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL so there was pain in the process of standing in front of a class knowing you were at the bottom of the scorecard of cool.
But the concept. Hey, I always got the concept. Now, I'm just trying to put a little of it into practice. Someday soon I might just be cool enough to bring pictures.
posted by River Jordan at 8:17 AM
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