I’ve been on a binge. I found out that I’m powerless over Facebook and Twitter, easily addicted to Cyber-socializing in general. I know that there are only about eight people who read this blog with any frequency. This is a big improvement over 2024 when I had zero readers and only a vague clue about personal web publishing. I’m still pretty clueless about blogging. I think it’s because I lack the conviction that anything is much more important than anything else. You might say that I lack passion. I lack humor. I don’t even have a genre to call my own. I wish I was a mommy blogger. Sadly, there are no two-year-olds around the house whose mewling and puking I can put to good use as blog-fodder.
Do I want to convince others about the truth as I see it, influence others to share my perspective? Lately it feels like I’m the only one with a malleable perspective and everyone else knows precisely what’s true (for them). Who, as the lady asked, is zooming whom?
Am I here to entertain, to inform, to persuade? Doesn’t matter. Mostly it’s about the writing itself.
I have another blog that I’ve neglected as I’ve neglected this one lately. It’s a blog predicated on the proposition that all people are equal, but equality is imperfectly distributed. Distinctions of class based on disparities of wealth and opportunity, intelligence and energy, differences underscored by an unequal distribution among us of both entitlement and the raw hunger for power have created conditions whereby some of us enjoy a chilled glass of filtered sparkling water fresh from a sterile bottle, while others get by with chlorinated tap water, if we’re lucky. Whether–pinkies extended–we sip Perrier from fine crystal or, like dogs, unselfconsciously slake our thirst from the toilet bowl of life may be an accident of birth. And still, I firmly believe that with some serious hard work, discipline, courage, and of course with constant struggle, here in America anyone can achieve a place at the porcelain bowl.
No dogs were harmed in the crafting of this post.
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“Am I here to entertain, to inform, to persuade? Doesn’t matter. Mostly it’s about the writing itself.”
ALL of that, Frank! And more – much more. You give so much support and love to all the Cyber folks around you – I am a most fortunate recipient of same.
It matters. You matter! Keep on keeping on. By the way, I understand the Cyber – social-media binge. I, too am addicted and revel in it – what’s more!
There is no time like the present and even *we* deserve to play … and dance … remember the dance? And the pokes?
Yes indeed.
And the band plays on and on and … on …
Much love, your friend,
tamarika
Thanks for the support, Tamar. And the connection.
Yeah, Frank. What Tamararika said. I pop over here every once in a while, you know. I don’t have many readers these days either. It’s not like those early blogging times, but, we’re still here and kickin’. That has to count for something.
Oops. I’m on my iPhone as my mother naps and my arthritic finger got carried away. I know it’s Tamarika.
Nice to hear from you, Elaine. It’s my best intention to just keep blogging away, regardless of distractions like facebook and twitter. Glad you’re doing that too.
“…predicated on the proposition that all people are equal, but equality is imperfectly distributed.”
I’ve been watching a lot of early, pre-code Warner Bros and some MGM etc. and the open, frank, even raw acknowledgment of class, gender and racial/ethnic disparities, or outright conflicts, makes the current media/phagebook lot look pretty tame.