The platform that enables me to write this screed every
day shared with me as one of its functions when I began this time around, that
this is exactly the 2,500th entry. Sometimes my need to tell you will
exceed your need to care. This is in all likelihood one of those moments. And
we’ll always have Paris.
I started this as an attempt to sort out my
relationship, physically and perhaps philosophically, with what I regard as my
universe (you might be tempted to call it something far less elegant and more
succinct, but reasonable people should be able to agree to disagree) and by now
could easily serve as an exhibit or more at an involuntary commitment hearing.
I think that’s progress; your mileage may vary. Truth to
tell, I have no idea how much of the ride you have been along for and I may
well be better off not knowing. I had someone who has a professional interest in these words ask me to explain to him one time what motivated me
to offer drive-by observations on the world at large seemingly undeterred by an
absence of information on the subject about which I am writing.
I assured him that I’ve never allowed a lack of facts to
hinder the formulation of an opinion and, like so many with whom I seem to come
into daily contact, once my mind is made up there’s no point in confusing me
with facts. His reaction led me to conclude my effort at explanation had
fallen well short of the mark, and David, too.
Actually, I know why I write this (because I have to) but
have no idea why you choose to stop by. I’m grateful you do since being
the sound of one hand clapping gets real old real fast (and well before hitting
2,500 entries on the blogodometer). If you don’t like it, I’m assuming you’ve
clicked and moved on and (much like during my radio days) I have no idea you
and Elvis have left the building.
Maybe I could offer a prize, though aside from no longer actually
posting the entries I write I suspect there’s no offering to entice you to
stick around. Tell you what: if, after the next 2,500 you still don’t like
this stuff, I’ll help you get your money back from that Literacy Volunteer.
-bill kenny
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