I am almost at the point of a hypergraphic burst and, where once it would have flowed onto countless reams of copy paper and notepad files, it will now flow into the sorting digital Coinstar of our TypePad blog, *impulse.
Let it all go, the power and content. All the teachings. All the musings, the meanderings, the wild ideas, the dreams.
Once my writer's thoughts connect with the blogging content entry fields and keyboard interface, then the renaissance will truly begin and it will be glorious. It will never stop. It will be intellectual, fun, every whim, comments on Charmed, on Keats, on Xbox, on iPhone, on beauty, on Chai Tea, on Titian, on antiaging, on veganism, on politics, on anything and everything.
A sweeping away of insincere artificial content traces will result, leaving behind only the artificial vessel, the container for the sincere prose to spill into, like a beaker full of geeky gadgets, with beaded bubbles winking at the cosmos, and happy happy blogging ecstasy.
This is a far better approach than arbitrary sincerity, which, imho, would mean just cutting and pasting intimate notepad files right into blog entries and posting them. It is better to unify with the blog administrator's interface, like Schelling's romantic horse merged in form and substance with its magical rider, than it is to take what was meant for private reflection and post it for all to see.
Left as legacy from the artifice might be the capping off of posts with aphoristic hermit urgings and dulcet asides, purely so that thematic and aesthetic pattern unity would run throughout the entire site, through every post, every blog-muttered word.
Comet dust, spill down on to me and cast your eerie glow across the heath so that I may see, in quicksilvery opacity, the enormous truths strewn throughout the many eternities of joy and tomorrow.
Screencapture is from JUXT Interactive's MySpace Cherry Coke campaign