Rather than plumbing the depths of the potential of the Internet and its denizens, editors have commonly looked upon the blogging phenomenon as a grand opportunity—FINALLY, a way to sweep all that wannabe stuff that used to come over the transom or through the “snail” mails down the drain. Relief!

Seriously, folks, look at the very name. Once an insider, a “geek” term if you will, “blog” has become sort of synonymous with clog, as in obstruction. But, as in “The Ugly Duckling” and “A Boy Named Sue,” we’re stuck with it. We must make lemonade from this unfortunate accident, right? Maybe. But how?

There’s probably no going back to “essay.” That would rob blog of its note of contempt. It could be that the originators saw the beauty in the ugliness of the word—and embraced it in a rush of irony-appreciation. The poetry of a kind of victimless yet universal perversity. I have often wondered if Lotfi (I call him Lofti) Zadeh might have selected “fuzzy logic” for similar reasons, yet it is more likely that he was just trying to be descriptive of his mathematical theory and that’s the way it came out.

So “blog” it is, warts, clogs and all.

“Blog” is still rejected by my spell-checker. (Boy, do I have fun with it—the grammar checker too; my old one used to lecture me when I tried to use the generic term Homo, but I never tried to put erectus with it just to see if it would pop its cork!) In its very illegitimacy lies much of it’s appeal; truly free minds are more than mere non-conformist for non-conformancy’s (see what I means?) sake.

Arising from and warp-speeding through cyberspace, blogging was something like the languages invented by siblings—people ENGAGED at several levels. It was originally used between colleagues.

Now everybody and his/her brother/sister can blog. Even though we know that “brevity is the soul of wit,” (Shakespeare) and thus, with the addition of technology, have drifted into a conformity of non-conformists with “tweets,” a sometimes-beautiful birdsong shorn of its bird, we too-frequently end up with kooky banality clogging almost every pore of cyberspace. The Internet cup, indeed, runneth over.

But, if I read the tea leaves correctly, the odd creative spark, the occasional incredible insight, the informative revelation lies gleaming amongst the muck. If that’s true, is the question “how to wade through the excess to get to few jewels imbedded therein” or something to that effect?

I know not what others may say, but as for me, all I’ve found useful is to forward a link or a file to those I know whom I think will be interested and will perhaps be able to compound the value of the gem of writing through their own insights and contributions, and share them, not only with me, but with a number of their own friends. The result will be the ultimate in a synergistic on-line democracy and quality will then rise gloriously up through the stinky stuff, and ride the wave of intellectual (if not actual) progress.

On the other hand, how to find the time to find the gems in the first place?

‘Scuse me—I gotta go try Homo erectus on my grammar-checker!


I Am Stardirt July 5, 2011 @ 6:40 p.m.

Thanks for the chuckle. I've never thought of using my spell checker to entertain myself. Could it be I'm not as easily entertained as I think I am? I must ponder this thought by watching small furry animals doing small furry animal things.


Evelyn July 6, 2011 @ 11:26 p.m.

maybe spellcheck will have a better appreciation for blog's origin: weblog? (and btw, my spellcheck likes the word blog, i just noticed)

the other technological alternative to a blog that i've found best works for me is an oj--online journal. similar to a blog but i don't care if anyone reads or not (mostly) since i write for myself. blogs, on the other hand are meant to be interactive, to be put out there for others to respond to and comment on and to have a conversation start.

or there's always a paper, hard copy journal.


nan shartel July 7, 2011 @ 2:13 p.m.

u r a quite adorable wordictive scamp...now take ur homo erectus to the beach and get some sun home boy

glad u stayed around Twister

a hamster runs my hardrive but i'm looking for a suitable substitute ;-D


nan shartel July 7, 2011 @ 2:14 p.m.

Mindy said I recently bought Dragon and speaking of worthless techonology. It is a useless piece of crap.

it is a pain in the mother board eh!!


Ruth Newell Jan. 29, 2012 @ 8:01 a.m.

"Revelation lies gleaming amongst the muck"--I LOVE this line! Sounds like a poem in the making.That's the point you made to me months ago...write something of value, and of quality and enough people will read it. I believe your exact words were "exceptional enough". Still aiming.


nan shartel Jan. 29, 2012 @ 11:26 a.m.

this guy is a hot shot eh Roody...but he likes to ply his expertise in the Bauder politico and hides his homo erectus under his hat

i say come out twister...come out and play wid us!!


Twister Jan. 29, 2012 @ 12:44 p.m.

Play? Play? That's alldereismadiera.

I'll just keep dancin'


Twister Jan. 29, 2012 @ 12:48 p.m.

Watchout! Some of what's "revealed" is just muck.

I don't AIM. Hell, I don' even shoot. Well, at least when I do, I don't TARGET. Let the axe and the arrow fall where they may wander . . .


Ruth Newell Jan. 29, 2012 @ 12:52 p.m.

Well, then. I should be OK cause I got wandering down pat.


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