I regularly read that massive sort of history book often called a 'tome'. I studied philosophy in school and I tend to pride myself on my ability to write a sentence. In a word, I have a certain amount of intellectual hubris. I think I am smart enough to understand the big concepts and I habitually disagree with the 'experts.'
Then Marina will wander around, meander through (what momentarily seems to me) a wayward thought process and with one final flutter of utterances break down the complex situation into a clear and concisely perceptive statement.
Then there I am, trying to realize again.
5 comments:
hey, what about all those polaroids? where are they?
To the right of the main page, then down a little, is an archive of the three years I have been doing this (with more or less success.)
December 2oo6 to June 2008:
Aleatoric Mnemonics inspired by Polaroids.
Actually, I'll be more specific:
I think my most successful single period of Polaroid blogging, that being the process by which I would blindly select a Polaroid out of a box and write about whatever it was that struck me regarding that specific picture, had to be, for sheer consistency and narrative interest, October of 2007.
Do if you are reading this and thinking, "hey, I want see what Todd's Polaroid blog was all about,' I'll tell you to visit the October 2007 section in the archives there, to the right.
Or ask Kelvin about that poem I wrote once about riding a bicycle and drinking coffee in Ashland Oregon. I am really proud of that too.
Even if I refuse to ever reread it. I mean, the memory of the poem has gotta be better than the actual poem.
Fly into the mystery. . .
it was smart of you to archive all of your old blogs. especially if mccain wins and we all go into a creative winter for who knows how long.
mostly I just miss you.
I was thinking about that archive feature tonight. Prompted by your first comment. Thinking about how the archive feature is the most important feature in blogging. Even more important than comments.
It is there, there in that so unwell traversed section, that all of our hopes and dreams as bloggers reside.
That once in a lifetime chance, when someone intelligent and respectable beyond reproach, might just come along, experience, dutifully yet with rapt pleasure, all of your emittances,and proclaim you to be, once and for all "too smart for your own good."
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