BETWEEN THE LINES

What ever happened to the aphorisms that were supposed to start off each entry? They've been mostly replaced by title-lets, another step in the unvelopment of blogg as it becomes the thing it was always meant to become. Take the notion of excluding the external world. Author has never asked himself why-- to blog pure blog seems like a limp response. Because the author's external world is not as interesting as the lack of his external world? Possible. But any intelligent person ought to be able to read between the lines (I'm not sure I can) and glean as much personal information about author by what he leaves out, as opposed to what he includes. If author were King of Siam, and Olympic Gold Cup winner and an Oscar winner for Best Actor, it is unlikely he would choose this fetid format. He would choose something cooly casual where he could boast and leave the reader thinking, "What a genius and what a nice guy." So we now have five facts and aspects of personality that we can eliminate from the competition 9king of Siam, Gold Cup Winner, Best Actor, genius and nice guy.) A truly thorough reading (of which I am not asking anyone, myself includded)would probably result in the elimination of hundreds, if not thousands of the author's personality traits, leaving behind the dregs which form the author's life in the so-called real world. This seems appropriate for a blog, as opposed to a story in which the reader might end up actually experiencing a facsimile, or a part of a facsimile of the author's corporeal existence. The reason for doing it this way, as opposed to the unending joy of clickety clack remains as specious as ever. But (and this is a personal thing) author feels he is revealing himself more and more by not revealing himself. It's a kind of reverse striptease, where you start nude and gradually adorn yourself. It is not very erotic, or in this case, esthetic. But it is something. On page whatever this is, we have the detection of motion of a sort which might even go somewhere, which is what blogg was hoping for when it was just a little clack. In that case, the entire foregoing entries are a kind of foreplay to get me to the point where less is truly more and reader is revealed my most intimate secrets-- something well worth waiting for and tellable in no other way since author himself is unaware of what they are until he reads them along with you. We shall see. I hope violence rears its ugly but interesting head somewhere along the way. But not religion.