If, as one wag has put it, blogging will ultimately prove the entropic heat death of thinking, where eventually every single firing neuron exulting in its moment of triumph is provided with its own discrete, private cyberbit with nano-popup ad in which to express itself, then the hope at least is that this place will manifest itself as something more akin to Douglas Adams’ Restaurant at the End of the Universe where a number of us can entropize together before the light goes out.
If you have an attention deficit problem, go away—well you’ve already gone, haven’t you. This place will take time to grow, and there will be setbacks. Norman Mailer had graciously accepted our invitation and then—dead. And then there were the holidays.
If you have the patience, though, come back here from time to time. Things will get more interesting. More interesting than what you’re doing otherwise, anyway.
You could think of this as the home of the mighty intelligences that will form at said end of the universe via electrical impulses linking the last flickers of organized energy in the uniformly dispersed dark cloud. “Our vegetable love will grow/Vaster than empires and more slow.” (Bet Andrew Marvell never knew he was talking about the heat death of thinking.)
Maybe Norman Mailer will drop in from the beyond. Do we have any John-Roberts among us?
My chosen metaphor, if it may be called such, is not all that far from Doug Adams’ Restaurant:
Shared pain is lessened, shared joy increased. Thus do we refute the law of entropy.
– Spider Robinson, the almost non-fictional place called Callahan’s Saloon
Hi, Sig. I got this cryptic invitation and found myself creating yet another place to store my personal wisdom [cue laughter]. At least seeing your familiar handle makes it a bit less cryptic. Hello, Robert Johnson. I don’t recognize your name, but that’s never been an obstacle for me; well met.
Franklin
Not an obstacle to me, either, Franklin. Hail and well met as well.
Franklin! Well met by moonlight! (Actually it’s late morning and the sun is shining brightly, but “well met in broad daylight” lacks mystery somehow. We meet by the magical moonshiine of virtual presence. ; ) Yes, it’s not as if I really NEED another site for distraction–but the advantage of this one is that I can burble playfully, whereas in some other venues that shall remain nameless, I feel compelled to be SERIOUS and CONCISE. Well, comparatively.) In any case, it’s good to see you, too, and I hope you too will let your thoughts flow a bit more freely here.
There ain’t nothing conventional about this Place, Lorna. Welcome, and give a holler on a more recent thread. ;-)