Just What Kind Of Blog Is This, Cane?
It’s simple: It’s my blog.
It’s an unfortunate fact of American life that our national, collective curiosity has shriveled to a thin band. And within this hideous mental wasteland populated by sad and cruel distortions of past fertility, people demand homogeneity of content: Give me the same as last time, only newer. Just as an addict seeks a specific drug.
“Wait,” I can hear someone saying, “I just read a post here about the Sony Reader. Now why is the next post about a possible global depression?!!? What does that have to do with the Sony Reader, dammit?!”
The common denominator is me.
Because this is my blog.
It’s not a tech blog. It’s not a political blog. It’s not a geek blog. It’s not … a single-subject blog. It’s a blog about what I find interesting. About things you might — perhaps only eventually, and then maybe too late — find interesting too.
I’ve seen the posts that brought in readers at my old blog. I’m determined to stay away from those topics here. I want a non-tech, non-niche readership. I want people who have wider interests. I’m not looking to appeal to people looking for information about the next toy (and given the amount of redundant tech people buy, that’s what it’s mostly become — toys, not tools).
When I do write about tech — in fact, when I write about anything — it’s because it’s a genuine and authentic interest of mine. (I’ve ripped into tech sites before. My stance hasn’t changed on that point.)
There are too many sites designed to goose people into buying goods or points of view. The first type accept payola (be it in the form of free goods, free trips, or exclusive information). The second type are run by frighteningly-inhuman maniacs who focus on the world through a prescription-lens-of-ideas with the psychotic certainty that “their” point of view — which is actually nothing more than what someone else convinced them to accept — is correct for everyone.
Oh, I have my point of view too. But it hasn’t been dictated to me by someone else. I’m the only one, if it comes to that, to blame for it.
I think we have dire times ahead. An appalling amount of greed has infected practically every cell of this society. We’ve deconstructed and destroyed just about everything that used to make this country work. (Having seen this country in the pre-Beatles 1960s, I can’t imagine what all those who came after that point imagine a society is like having experienced nothing except the downhill slope since that time. Check out the old black-and-white movies, kids. People really were the way they’re portrayed in those quaint scripts!) We’ve also turned into the kind of people who, in an earlier time in this nation, would have been thought of as nearly certifiably insane.
That last sentence is not an exaggeration, either. I’ve noticed something eerie that’s developed just within the last few years. A pervasive paranoia has settled upon this nation. It began before 9/11 too, so it’s something endogenous, not exogenous. People will no longer comfortably accept someone walking anywhere behind them on a deserted sidewalk, even during high noon on a blue sky sunny day. They turn around and look behind in broadcasted apprehension, as if some threat had chillingly whispered into their ear. FDR’s admonition, which knitted together a truly desperate people, “We have nothing to fear but fear itself,” seems to have been replaced with, “I’m scared, but I don’t know of what!”
So, yes, in between posts about other subjects, you will find the salt of the Collapse Of All Things (C.O.A.T.), in some granularity. Because that’s what’s ahead. Krypton is doomed.
But before we all reach that tripwire and fall over it, life must continue. So as bizarre as it will indeed seem, I will have posts that veer into outright distractivity. I don’t want to live in a bunker awaiting the end. No one does. There must be still be time for fun, beauty, and bright shiny things.
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