“By getting your thoughts down on paper in an undirected manner, you catch glimpses of yourself” – Richard Peck in Remembering the good times.
Is that the right way of quoting other people’s intellectual property? Perhaps not. Blogging, as I understand it, is about not having a Quality team breathing down your neck and dissecting your flaws. A moron [yes, I have every right to call him that] told me that everything from the most negative to the most positive, the most startling to the most appealing things exist in the world. I guess I’ve not been able to put it across right – he meant that anything can happen and we need not be surprised at it. By God, he is right, but I’ve never made my peace with it. Things still surprise me, and is that such a bad thing? So much for making the world interesting!
There are things that pick me up when I am feeling ‘Life is a labyrinth of dark shadows’ – quoth – who do you think?? Me! Okay, Narcissism all the way . . . Really, Almighty, when I felt I shall now add another post to the small mass of musings that Scribbly Scraggly is, I wondered if I’d be able to make it without the word ‘I’ in it. And an inch deep into the meanders of thought, I lost the battle with myself, as you can see.
It was Voltaire, the man, who said the secret of being a bore is to say everything. Very well, but I love the obsessing part. It makes me feel like I am doing something. And when I am not being my fastidious self, I say to myself, ‘Ah well, slugabed!’
Ever wonder what starts off a tirade of typing from anyone, say a seasoned or sporadic blogger? Oh yes, there are events like the 26/11 when everyone who has not hit or gotten hit wants to show how they feel somehow or the other and it gets rough on the blogging sites. It’s like a national phenomenon. But there are the simpler things that fill you with an urge to have your say. Some months ago, I launched into a discourse on marriage with a friend through e-mail. Although she didn’t buy into everyone of my standpoints, she made an observation which took my breath away. She said she could read innocence and hope between the lines of my litany. And I wanted to say, ‘No, wait! Not really’. Was I just carried away by the force of my argument? That’s something that seldom happens to great orators. They have their fingers firmly on the pulse of their listeners and they can still speak with great passion, conviction and empathy.
My motive is not to convince my reader, but to interest him.
Signed – Guilty as charged.
Is that the right way of quoting other people’s intellectual property? Perhaps not. Blogging, as I understand it, is about not having a Quality team breathing down your neck and dissecting your flaws. A moron [yes, I have every right to call him that] told me that everything from the most negative to the most positive, the most startling to the most appealing things exist in the world. I guess I’ve not been able to put it across right – he meant that anything can happen and we need not be surprised at it. By God, he is right, but I’ve never made my peace with it. Things still surprise me, and is that such a bad thing? So much for making the world interesting!
There are things that pick me up when I am feeling ‘Life is a labyrinth of dark shadows’ – quoth – who do you think?? Me! Okay, Narcissism all the way . . . Really, Almighty, when I felt I shall now add another post to the small mass of musings that Scribbly Scraggly is, I wondered if I’d be able to make it without the word ‘I’ in it. And an inch deep into the meanders of thought, I lost the battle with myself, as you can see.
It was Voltaire, the man, who said the secret of being a bore is to say everything. Very well, but I love the obsessing part. It makes me feel like I am doing something. And when I am not being my fastidious self, I say to myself, ‘Ah well, slugabed!’
Ever wonder what starts off a tirade of typing from anyone, say a seasoned or sporadic blogger? Oh yes, there are events like the 26/11 when everyone who has not hit or gotten hit wants to show how they feel somehow or the other and it gets rough on the blogging sites. It’s like a national phenomenon. But there are the simpler things that fill you with an urge to have your say. Some months ago, I launched into a discourse on marriage with a friend through e-mail. Although she didn’t buy into everyone of my standpoints, she made an observation which took my breath away. She said she could read innocence and hope between the lines of my litany. And I wanted to say, ‘No, wait! Not really’. Was I just carried away by the force of my argument? That’s something that seldom happens to great orators. They have their fingers firmly on the pulse of their listeners and they can still speak with great passion, conviction and empathy.
My motive is not to convince my reader, but to interest him.
Signed – Guilty as charged.
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