Starting and ending a blog are the on the ultimate opposite ends of the procrastination scale.
Today I was given the gift of something not available on-line.
...the suns shines and rays touched my bones.
.. I let my very veins be tanatalized and stirred with the very prospect of mixing with the dust of earth...
The raw smell of earths iron penetrated my nostrils lightly but deeply and invigorated my soul
My hands melded with the hardness of rock and mineral and were purified by the rivers smooth waters.
one day, who knows when, my body will be one with the earth and my soul and spirit with the universe at large
I thought, coming home...about how many blogs are out there that are one entry long, two entries, maybe one page, dated back to 2003 and not re-visited since
Or others that may have just started today
I thought about being a "small-town blogger" and what that would be like, tripping all over town, manfucaturing a celebrity out of my self out of the ether and putting / sharing my experiences on line
Maybe the future of the social world (can you say social media anyone?) will be like that, possibly hyperlinking to someone else page(s) to a person you know in rl and making banter, or controversy, or conversation, or flirtations, or rude and embarrasing comments.
An anything goes world.
But for the here and now, and the present, in the life of blogging for now it isn't enough to say you are only as good as your last entry.
In blogging and the world of the blogosphere, making that next entry is always the next best thing in line after procrastination for what you really want to do.
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I think people and musicians and artists and performers like Prince come out and say the Internet is dead do so because they are disenchanted by it, and the Internet has upset their balance of where they are at in the world and where they exist.
The truth is that no one, no one not anybody can exist digitally and be truly, truly loved.
The Net is open to anyone and everyone. Although it invites anybody who can pick up a pen or strum a guitar or hit an octave in the shower to participate, this melding and mixing and interacting with ones audience and "connecting"(so to speak) is at an unparralled and unprecedented level.
The net belongs to everyone. As soon as you learn how to open an email account, or have a "home page" or use ICQ it stops being about other people in the world and instead only one.
This is both a shared and common experience.
So, I think can relate to someone like Prince for an unknown factor of a reason because I think I hear where he is coming from.
Prince Declares Internet "Dead"
Prince Doesnt Understand the Internet
Before this used to be purely a special place to connect with someone, through their music, music that took its time to reach you, you could savour the very hand motions of unraveling a compact disc from its wrapper and admire its shine and newness before ever so gingerly dropping it into the player and poking the lid shut.
And then you would press the ear muffs or hold your hands over your ears to cuishon out sound and literally cradle your head in a rush of anticipation and ever so strenuously tuning and perking your ears to strain to hear the music.
It was a way of ridding the mind of all of its distractions: from whats gauche and popular, to whats on tv, to how terrible the evening news is/was, to the traffic reports of congestion. You could call its escapism I guess if you like and no one would question the authority of it. You used to lose your self in music and that would amp up its value. The more it took you away from the world and all its problems you can touch with a hundred foot pole the more it was worth. It was for your pure enjoyment, to celebrate the muses and rejoice to say goodbye to the sacrifices in life you have made.
They bring us to ectasy and joy, and help us realize our pain and walk us through it.
So I think Prince knows where its at for him self personally but he has always made it by chiefly on the merits of his uniqueness and the Internet is just not made for anyone who wishes to be so individual they refuse to strip off the adornments they wear that previously kept them remote from our lives.
He feels like theres no place online thats original enough for him but he is no exception to the rule for the countless and countless other musicians who have made their mark, made a journey, touched and enriched the lives of others, shared tremendous greif and pain and to the throes of ectasy and simply moved on by choice or accepted a demise in popularity as ingrained part of life. Everybody peaks. No one can continaully peak forver.
The net, in my opinion, is actually amassing waaay tooo much buzzz for its own good and is skipping steps towards becoming a plugged in appliance, and the more the locus of control is given away to people who are not very good at creating as they are about """""""thinking about money""""""" the more the Internet is just going to be a literal junkyard of choices to choose from and a future graveyard of musicians who are having trouble conceiving of this huge sucking vacuousness of space as the place they want to see themselves in.
Before the net, musicians were reknown for criticizing the realm of video making because they felt it intruded rudely upon the art of making music. So what then leftover then is there to be said for staring at a computer screen while listening to tunes or videos on YouTube about the creative sharing process?
The video site alone is a huge gateway into a past that was previously practically lost. People are able to see concerts,commercials,footage,movies,snippets,trailers from the past that we may have at onepoint convinced ourselves were: "gone forever".
So, as much as the net is a modernistic forward thinking tool and technology, it cant help but be embedded and slightly weighed down with nostalgia, which creates a yearning for yesteryears in peoples minds. Or , conversely, fosters an appreciation of, ironic as it may seem, for when things were simpler in tone and life lent us more depth to appreciate and not surface shimmer and gone.
I can appreciate the conundrum faced by people now famous and those who want appreciable status in the world and all its trappings (he he he he he he) because if you are already well established you are both attracted to the internet and seperated and apart and isolated from it and probably cynical of its mass potential, like a slimy agent who would just as soon sell out his mother and contract him self to be a millionaire while you play to sold out shows and receive thousands than anything else.
Someone has to take the stage and take the Internet by the hand and lead it to a cliff and show it its edge. Because right now it really is taking the heart and soul out of our people and it isnt putting it back.
Maybe I will be that person to step up the plate and be massacred like a sheep to slaughter for all the worth I have to offer. Or maybe I will be catapulated to instant fame over night only to realise a few short weeks later all the channels have changed and I am lost, alone and feeling short changed.
Maybe. But with the internet the way it is, with a literal breezy turnstile and revolving door of fads and some day hoola hoops.....
..maybe not.
But I know this, with blogging, no need to worry about doing better the next time, or making a bad or boring entry, or one that doesnt have a razzle dazzle of excitement, it might be your last one anyway.
Which brings me to my final comment for this overly philisophically bent and long winded entry...
blogs are never, ever, and I mean never EVER : COMPLETE or completed. It's not something you do.
What other things can you think of that are started but never completed?
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