WHY?

If I had any sense of pride or regard for the three or four stragglers (strangers?) who might actually be reading this thing (count me out), I would probably skip today's post much the way you call in sick when you have the flu. Blogging is about the furthest thing from my consciousness now, not because of blogging primarily but because the author is feeling depressed. This leads him to a dilemma. Does he not blog because he is feeling depressed or is that untrue to the premise of the blog which is to spray whatever comes to mouth. It also sidesteps dangerously close to real life, which must be avoided at all costs, if anything is true about this enterprise. Why is the author depressed? Does it haved anything to do with the fact that he sees this exercise going interminally nowhere. Furthermore he had a thought during his meditation about how it will end. Even WAR AND PEACE ended. Did Tolstoy know how it would end when he began it. The only ending author can think of for BLOGG is musical-- a fadeout ending in which the type gradually gets lighter and lighter, blending in more and more with the gray/white of the screen until nothing more is visible. Blogs have not been around long enough to have a formalized form (last two lines must rhyme), so you can basically do whatever the fuck you want except write it after you are dead or have lost interest. The fadeout leads to some technological problems, but I'm sure an email to Steve Jobs would fix that quickly. The point(lessness)is that you are always unlikely to receive anything of significance from these posts, the nothing you usually receive is likely to seem like something because the author, for reasons to be discussed with his shrink (did I reveal too much again?) doesn't particularly give a shit one way or the other today. If this were a normal piece of prose, the author would probably skip a day or if he did write, just edit this section out (which, if I have any sense, when I come to edit this section, I will do). I feel like singing a song or reciting a poem. Either would qualify as adding nothing to the content of blogg, but would be more pleasant for the reader than this nauseating circular nothing. How about you fill in the song or the poem-- one of your favorites. Make it happy. Cheer the author up. Mother always used to say, "There's always tomorrow."