Why Hello There
When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one person to assume the station of Monday writer for a nonalignment pact, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to such folly. In truth, I am somewhat/very reluctant to assume this mantle, for a number of reasons.
For one thing, writing about music is like dancing about architecture.
For thing two, I'm not sure I really have anything in particular to say, particularly on a weekly basis.
For thing three, sometimes I have something to say, but not necessarily to the entire world (I hear they all are big fans of NAP).
For thing four, there already seems to be quite a surplus of writing in existence. Is there really a need for more? If there were a lack, I would assume the value of writing would skyrocket. Hopefully you have a strategic literature reserve available for just such a case.
For thing five, the act of converting thoughts to language sometimes seems the height of arduousness. Sometimes I feel physically unable to verbalize and, of necessity, resort to grunts or gestures when communication is required. Sometimes the conversion from thought to language reveals a paucity of thought; other times it reveals the inadequacy of language (or so I would like to think in such cases).
For thing six, silence is golden.
However, I do take a certain pleasure in observing the occasional shapeliness and sparkle of my own creation, and am hopeful that in being forced to produce content on a weekly basis, I'll be able to create more frequently in other areas without need of the usual motivating factors (anger, fear of embarrassment, etc.) to overcome the terror of the blank page.
I expect that certain weeks I'll be posting quite a few words, and other weeks perhaps only a link to a song I'm into. I'm also hoping to have guest bloggers, and hereby lay claim to all future posts of former NAPsters. Anyway, not sure how long I'll be doing this, but for the time being, welcome to my world.
P.S. An early nonbelated Happy Birthday to America! It's a testimony to the strength of the republic that we can survive eight loooong years of subhuman leadership.
For one thing, writing about music is like dancing about architecture.
For thing two, I'm not sure I really have anything in particular to say, particularly on a weekly basis.
For thing three, sometimes I have something to say, but not necessarily to the entire world (I hear they all are big fans of NAP).
For thing four, there already seems to be quite a surplus of writing in existence. Is there really a need for more? If there were a lack, I would assume the value of writing would skyrocket. Hopefully you have a strategic literature reserve available for just such a case.
For thing five, the act of converting thoughts to language sometimes seems the height of arduousness. Sometimes I feel physically unable to verbalize and, of necessity, resort to grunts or gestures when communication is required. Sometimes the conversion from thought to language reveals a paucity of thought; other times it reveals the inadequacy of language (or so I would like to think in such cases).
For thing six, silence is golden.
However, I do take a certain pleasure in observing the occasional shapeliness and sparkle of my own creation, and am hopeful that in being forced to produce content on a weekly basis, I'll be able to create more frequently in other areas without need of the usual motivating factors (anger, fear of embarrassment, etc.) to overcome the terror of the blank page.
I expect that certain weeks I'll be posting quite a few words, and other weeks perhaps only a link to a song I'm into. I'm also hoping to have guest bloggers, and hereby lay claim to all future posts of former NAPsters. Anyway, not sure how long I'll be doing this, but for the time being, welcome to my world.
P.S. An early nonbelated Happy Birthday to America! It's a testimony to the strength of the republic that we can survive eight loooong years of subhuman leadership.
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7 Comments:
can you believe we thought ronnie reagan was bad! let them eat jelly beans, hee! hee!
one: writing about music is like singing about...?
two: don't say anything in particular
three: I have bad news for you, the vast majority of the entire world doesn't visit the nap.
four: only write what you absolutely have to
five: grmphfft
six:
7. Your level of enthusiasm certainly fits right in.
had no idea you were so patriotic, conor. must i pretend to be interested in fireworks again this year?
doug, please let us know how your various movie projects go... perhaps by interjecting a post sometime.
p.s. am going to the latitude festival mid-july. if you'd like a report, i'd be happy to issue one.
Welcome Conor, if you ever feel people dont' want to read anything you write, just look back at posts on this blog and you'll see some of the drivel we've put here, then know that at the very least, the writers for this blog will read it, because if i know one thing is that we all read every single post, even if afterwards we go, blah. So if nothing else, its like a bar with the same 7-10 regulars and a few additional people and we are just blabbering on about whatever. I always hope for genius, which does sometimes happen, but genius would never happen if we never posted anything on the chance that it was drivel. So I'm happy just to hear something that does not make sense or has no purpose or meaning for a few minutes a day with my nap friends. If our friends won't put up with our bs, then who?
p.s. am going to the latitude festival mid-july. if you'd like a report, i'd be happy to issue one.
That looks like an interesting festival, so I'd like a report.
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