Emptybottle.org: Questions of Little Import

Am I what I write? Should I put it all here, the angelic farts and the chuckleheaded non-sequiteurs, or should I keep the best and worst of me apart somehow? Should I hold back, or should I tell the story of the first time I silently and all amazed erupted in watery semen when I was 12 while 'It's A Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad World' spooled off in all its madcap glory on the console TV on New Year's Eve, just to pick a semi-random example?

Should I tell all and let the googlecache fall where it may? Should I womb up my Real Stuff in some digital sanctorum somewhere, and just amble and natter and hitch a ride on this familiar hitcount-greased Route 66 down which I'm already walking?

Is it art, or is it socializing? It's pretty goddamn clear that it's not journalism, and the proposition that it might be such is just laughable: but what polestar should I steer my ship by, I ask you? Is it real or an illusion? Is it the goddamn tedious old Platonic shadow play on the cave wall, or is it a new way of gripping and tasting the souls of friendlies without the halitosis and clumsy hugs? What do I want to do with this pretty ever-lengthening scroll?

f--ked if I know. I think I'll have a beer and think about it some more.

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Comments: You got fingers, right?

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fishrush said

Begin your own modest Web log using the basic Web tags and techniques you have learned so far. Start by choosing some idea, cause, pursuit, passion, or hobby that meets two criteria: (1) you care enough about it to have clear opinions; and (2) other people active on the Web share your interest--in other words, you must be able to notice and discuss some body of external content. Your blog must include at least three HTML pages, each of which must include links to the other two. Though this scheme is variable, you might think of these as an entry page, a content page, and an information page (About the Author). The entry page should be named index.htm (or .html). You must include an e-mail link (using MAILTO:) on one of your pages, so that readers of your blog may contact you if they like. (You are not required to answer any such mail.) You must use appropriate formatting tags, such as paragraph containers for paragraphs and at least one list structure (unordered, ordered, or definitional). Source: http://raven.ubalt.edu/classes/pbds660.185_Sp03/assignment2.cfm :)

February 27, 2003 6:49 AM
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stavrosthewonderchicken said

Well, that's a relief.

February 27, 2003 6:52 AM
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Jon said

Yes. I think you have it right.

February 27, 2003 7:45 AM
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Geodog said

Welocme back. Again,

February 27, 2003 9:28 AM
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Geodog said

Welcome back, again. Please excuse dyslexia.

February 27, 2003 9:29 AM
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Gordon Coale said

Beer is good.

February 27, 2003 1:29 PM
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RKB said

Mmm. Beer is good, but so is a nice Macallan 12 on the rocks, a Wednesday night, kids and spouse fast asleep. Write what's right. Whatever gets past your internal editor, whatever cranks your turn. Or, as Jonathon suggests, write for good and bad.

February 27, 2003 9:21 PM

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