Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Test

[Edit: Warning! This is a boring and stupid post. What was I thinking?]

This is not a test. Ceci n'est pas une pipe. For future reference: if only Magritte had had access to the (strike) (/strike) code.

Also links:

One needs to write:
(a href="http://www.my-lovely-website.com/me/how-amazing-i-am")text as which link appears(/a)

Monday, March 2, 2009

Consideration of Blogging

I often wonder why I 'blog' and today is no exception. I can see from my little map (bottom right of the screen) that I have had 'hits' from all over the world. But are such people actively seeking out my mundanities or were they simply looking for their nearest coffee bean supplier in the anticipation of a dark, rich cup of monsoon malabar? Did they then see an apparently relevant Google result only to find themselves perusing these inane ramblings before moving on, dissapointed, disgusted and embittered?

Assuming, on the other hand, that I do have willing readers, it is difficult to know what to write about. I am of the belief that one should write in order to be read so that what one writes is partly determined by what one's readers want to read.

Gentle readers: what shall I write? The things that fill my head are of too bizarre or arcane a character to be of general interest, I fear:

I feel like a stroke victim whose brain's 'God spot' is the seat of the clot. And if that were not enough, these words from Nick Cave have been haunting me ever since I heard the suggestion that with the human capacity for great intelligence goes the tendency towards self-destruction:

Don't it make you feel so sad, don't the blood rush to your feet /
To think that everything you do today, tomorrow is obsolete? /
Technology and women and little children too /
Don't it make you feel blue? Don't it make you feel blue?


It's much better with music so, if you don't already know it, check out the album Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! As the t-shirt has it, humanity is underrated; and a true saying. But for very different reasons, it is overrated. There's plenty of humanism, which is a good thing, but there's also plenty of hubris. If only we could find the via media...

On a completely unrelated subject, I have discovered the meaning of 'cony'. I first came across the word at Ps. 104: 18, which apparently refers to a kind of hyrax (I know, sweet, aren't they?). I gather that in Old English and in some current English dialects it refers to a (sometimes young) rabbit. But cony is also, more rarely, a verb meaning 'to act the rabbit'. The OED quotes Florio in 1611 defining it thus:

Coniglieggiare, to cunnie, to play the cunnie, to bee fearefull and lurke in holes.

I look forward to hearing about what you would like to read here, gentle reader, and whether this post 'hits the spot'. Do leave a some 'remarks' or feel free to e-mail me. I am among you as one who serves.