Germaine Greer has a new book, Shakespeare’s Wife, coming out any minute now. A long and interesting review in the New York Review of Books, where I seem to patch up my education nowadays (having little formal,) gives one a sense of the range of possibilities in life at that time, as well as how history is done. I find this sort of thing, readable scholarship, a relief. From? From the ever-floating body of, er, knowledge that is the Interwebs. Where one can read forever, find anything—yet who shall say what the core is? The canon. Canon in the sense of, say, polar opposite of bone stupid. Which seems to be having what must have been a long awaited field day, because anyone can blog about anything. The pity is that, in some atavistic reflex, we tend to assign some vague legitimacy to that which appears in print. Aha, but here the print is merely carefully arranged electrons, courtesy of your favorite blog service. It’s all an illusion. Machine language tells the machine what to make of it so as to become, as they say, Human-Readable. I write it myself, albeit in a simple-minded way, every time I post with HTML, and I can tell you … count on nothing. Wear your best tin-foil hat. Be careful out there. Read the rest of this entry »

Yeah, I wish I had slowed down a bit before posting the book idea, but then, you know that you’re getting me. Raw. Flawed. Impulsive.

This has been sitting in my Drafts folder since at least March. Oh, it’s well worth writing about. This type of thinking, this type of guy.

I bash ahead. There are pros and cons to this approach. Pros? You get stuff done. Cons? You mess up in public and things are half baked. You look stupid. Uninformed. Unprepared.

It’s simply that . . . well, keep reading . . .

See, in the old world you only got to read the book, you never got to see the mess.

I am quite sure the culture is dead, and I am living in a dream . . .

Life is messy, and my blogging is too. The more I write out in public, the more I realize a good blog lets you see the mess. Lets you see behind the scenes. Gets you involved in building things.

Damn, time’s up—and it’s just as I feared.

Ever had the wind knocked out of you?

If you wanna read perfection, then this isn’t the place for you. Go read Shakespeare.

It’s exactly like that.