We keep recording and we keep writing, are we recording for posterity? I mean, what did Achilles get out of that arrow in his heel? did he get to fornicate with the woman he lusted after? no.
Did he get to go back home and chill in his original Greek island and knock back a fine toddy? no.
Did he get to do all the other things on his 'list' like skydive, bungee jump and saw off the head of a roaring lion? i think not.
Achilles sacrificed his life for an idea of glory so that some beat up poet could 'immortalize' his name on paper. He wanted to be immortal, so he embraced death. Kind of ironic.
He was a sentimental nincompoop beneath all the warrior like gruffness. That whole 'you're a lion, take it, its yours' thing. I think the only guys who made any use of the legend of Achilles were the people who portrayed him in art. Homer, Brad Pitt take a bow.
A good story, but ultimately bad lesson. What good will a good story do to Achilles now? What good will this blog do to me if it gets famous after i'm dead? Its not like i could use the Google ad money then.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
This is a celebratory post
My inhibitions tell me to keep away from this blog. it is dark and full of secrets that you rather not dig up. Not in a too embarrassing and slightly sexually deviant way of course. But more along the lines of old pictures of you with your braces in suddenly falling out of your almirah when u have friends over kind of thing.
I haven't been here in ages and Google seems to have upped their game. The stats page is much friendlier, the interface is smoother and looks less like something out an eighties sci-fi flick. The blogging scene as a whole has somewhat died down, or is it just me? There doesn't seem to be the same level of give and take. The same robust link and comment economies that helped bloggers feed off of each other. I scratch your back you scratch mine, but i think a lot us have lost interest in back scratching? or is it that our backs don't itch any longer?
Hmmm, it is a philosophical puzzle. But recently i did venture into David Blacker's blog and London Lanka by chance and they seem to be going fine. I haven't really been reading a lot of blogs actually. Sorry i don't mean to offend. But most of the people i used to read have slowed down as well.
Enough gloomy talk. A part of me misses the old days. Where your narcissism had enough and more fuel to burn off in the blogosphere. But here i could go into lines of yawny prose about the purpose of writing, but who cares?
Who really cares? oh shit, looks like im on the verge of ending this on an emo note. Quick! think happy thoughts!
I haven't been here in ages and Google seems to have upped their game. The stats page is much friendlier, the interface is smoother and looks less like something out an eighties sci-fi flick. The blogging scene as a whole has somewhat died down, or is it just me? There doesn't seem to be the same level of give and take. The same robust link and comment economies that helped bloggers feed off of each other. I scratch your back you scratch mine, but i think a lot us have lost interest in back scratching? or is it that our backs don't itch any longer?
Hmmm, it is a philosophical puzzle. But recently i did venture into David Blacker's blog and London Lanka by chance and they seem to be going fine. I haven't really been reading a lot of blogs actually. Sorry i don't mean to offend. But most of the people i used to read have slowed down as well.
Enough gloomy talk. A part of me misses the old days. Where your narcissism had enough and more fuel to burn off in the blogosphere. But here i could go into lines of yawny prose about the purpose of writing, but who cares?
Who really cares? oh shit, looks like im on the verge of ending this on an emo note. Quick! think happy thoughts!
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