SCHOOL DAYS

Welcome back, children. Isn't it lovely to be here in our quiet room with all the franticness of modern life outside where it can't harm us. Where the only thing we have to think about is how we will pass this time together. Isn't it relaxing? Doesn't it feel as if you've been given a reprieve from something (you have-meaning). Now that we are all gathered in a circle, let's hold hands and share our thoughts. Sharon, would you like to go first this week. You can skip the introductory information. It doesn't matter where you're from or what your do. We just want your reaction to the space. "I find it thrilling." "Not the word I would have expected," Sharon. "Interesting, perhaps, obnoxious, but why thrilling. What about blogg thrills you?" "There is so much expected of us in modern life. We almost have to learn new things every day whether we want to or not just to keep up with our peers. It is so refreshing to be in a place where nothing is expected except to be yourself." "Well, that's interesting even if it's not exactly true, Sharon, because things ARE (capital letters will have to sub for italics until I figure out how to access them) expected of you here. You are expected to be on time for your post, although you schedule them. You are expected to play by the rules, injecting as much as you can that pertains to blogging while maintaining your physical anonymity. You are expected to have faith in the ultimate merit of the project even when, especially when your friends are laughing you silly because although you are not blogg you are part of it. You are giving it part of your non-existence, the amount is up to you. Giving of one's non-existence is harder than it seems, perhaps even harder than giving of one's existence. It requires tortured postures and unshakable faith. But that's why we're all in this classroom together- to practice these exercises to the point where we can give with ease to the point where we are not only giving to blogg, we are blogg. Blogg is inside us. Even if we don't know exactly what he is, trash heap or god, we believe in him, we will protect and defend him according to the ten rules of blogginess: 1) Thou shalt place no other blogg before me 2) Ignorance is no excuse 3) Cherry is the best flavor 4) No one really knows what a blogg is. 5) The more hits, the more hurts because you are being taken away from the essential loneliness of the enterprise 6)The real reason to blog is because it feels good to the fingertips and when you get a head of steam up it seems as if you must be accomplishing something. 7) Sheer perversion 8)It is a mini-sabbath where all other things must be put away 9)The challenge: can you do this?
10) The answer: What is the this that you are trying to do? We will now slowly put our pencils and crayons back into their shoeboxes and vow to meet at this spot the next time. I believe Scott decides when we meet next. Is that right, Scott? Are you already busy thinking of interesting things for us to talk about?