I loathe blogs when I look at them. Blogs look, to me, illiterate. They look hasty, like someone babbling.
Paul Theroux, as quoted in The Atlantic, 17 May 2011
I was hasty in deciding to suspend this blog.
There is a lot I need to get off my chest, and I don’t mean just this highly non-miraculous miracle bra. I really do want to explain what it’s like to be rich to people who aren’t, because how else are we going to understand each other? And I really do have a lot of issues with Unitarian Universalism and its classism and its knee-jerk, unconsidered support for anything left wing, even when it’s not liberal.
I might have anger issues. I just reread the preceding paragraph. Well, I’d like you to understand how I feel, and anger is a part of that. Stet.
So. I think at the outset I was aiming at a long-form polemic; one that would step-by-considered-step lead you to inescapable conclusions. But I don’t think that will really work, for the reasons outlined previously but also because I really keep fretting about the outline, order, and would I say something wrong? I would. And I’d be not entirely convincing and you’d be justified in thinking me a hypocrite because I’m only so clever.
I think I need to babble a bit. I’m going to reactivate this space and probably rename it, if I can figure out how. I’ll say what I have to say and worry less about my hypocrisy or ignorance. You’ll point it out, and I’ll try to accept criticism. Kundera said “Let us consider the critic, therefore, as a discoverer of discoveries.” I may not change anything, be it the world or your mind or my soul, but I expect to discover things.
I’m babbling. I’ll try not to be too illiterate. Watch this space.
Photo: A brook. I’m not sure where I got the picture, to be honest. But I think it’s a babbling brook.