"Meanwhile, farther up the literacy scale, many thousands of would-be writers display their tragically unrecognized wit and insight... using mass-distributed blogging software on mass-produced computer hardware... (the prevailing assumption being that an audience, however small, is proof enough of authenticity and individuality). They sound like a motley bunch, but they share one modern characteristic: Now one of them made up his or her identity from scratch."-Joe Bagent, Deer Hunting With Jesus
I am feeling a little sheepish thinking that anyone would give a shit what I have to say, and since reading that passage have kept my thoughts down on lined paper in an orange notebook rather than online. Unfortunately, I am also bursting with all these crazy thoughts, observations, questions and criticisms of the world around me, and it is sort of making me nuts NOT to rethink them where someone else can comment back. Maybe, more than anything, this feeling is the beginning of really missing college, and will become my slow but eventual return to intellectual responsibility, ideally in some grad school program or at the very least in some slightly more stimulating job than this. I don't know.
For now I need to just suck it up and write again, because I sit on a lifeguard stand for much of the day concocting full length essays that often escape into the oblivion of both my boredom and my ever day-dreaming-mind. So, "audience, however small," please stay tuned to continue to be "proof enough of authenticity" while I muddle through the randO descriptions of this, 6 months already whittled down to 5.
