“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. “ – Hemingway, Esquire 1934

My new tag line says, “The Digiphonic Mythology of Post Modern Sea Kayaking”.  As much as that new tag line was meant as a joke, blogging is mythology.  Well, private non-corporate blogging anyway. The un-avoidable narcissism of it all means that our stories can’t help be in part, a projected myth.  Which I’m sure is mostly a good thing. Hell, I’m probably worse than some because I actually enjoy, a touch of the “epic” in the mundane, the sensual in the simple, and so forth.. The best stories are told by bohemian artists in coffee houses and foreign correspondents at bar time. 3 drinks with compatriots and everything is “epic”. And why not?  It’s life, it’s short and passing quickly. What good is life without a saga or two? Besides, the facts are often true enough. They are simply wrapped up in a gaudy kaleidoscope of ornate buttons & bows and viewed through a giant Sherlock Holmes-like spy glass.  Just like any good story should be!  A world without big hand gestures and flowery verbs is a sad world indeed. (Regardless of what the magazine editors tell you!!).

A blogger with no pay check to write to, or editor to appease, has no authority to satisfy other than the crazy old lady who lives in the attic.  You my friend, as a reader, are lucky enough to sit on the blogger’s side of the table and are welcome to follow along, crack open a bag of dried sunflower seeds or walk away.  You know how that goes; friends and family are free to walk out on your productions whenever they wish.  One of the great advantages and oddities of blogging is that readers naturally fall into the friends category.  They are free to walk out, comment, or call the social worker… Bloggers after all do tend escape editor’s literary asylums occasionally to dance naked in Shopko parking lots for all to see.  (Metaphorically of course!)

So what’s the point of today’s blog?  I don’t know.  I changed a tag line. It’s Saturday.  It looks and feels like fall outside. I was  lost in a moment, stuck on a string of an idea I couldn’t quite get into focus and just started blathering…

Oh, and to all of you who have been following along all these years and those new folks just wondering what you may have stepped in, thanks for reading, even when I’m not sure what I’m on about…

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