I’ve been springing from blog to blog this morning, like the chamois of the Alps leaping from crag to crag, but have momentarily ceased leaping in order to share this excellent piece with you. I submit it as further evidence (see previously reblogged pieced for more) that blogs, derided by some as the stuff of fools and amateurs, can be brilliant!
The extraterrestrial has moved from the gardener to the blogger. If the gardener baffled, the blogger bewilders. Once again the Human Ambassador is summoned.
ET: Why is the blogger frustrated and unhappy?
HA: She feels pressure to remove some favorite things from her writing.
ET: What things?
HA: Words. Rich and lovely words. Words full of texture and life which she has been collecting since childhood. You see, she has been advised that her writing is inaccessible.
ET: Inaccessible? Explain, please.
HA: Not everybody will enjoy or understand her if she uses the words she yearns to. She finds herself therefore practicing a form of literary self-mutilation which is intensely painful.
ET: But this is illogical. What if the intelligence levels vary in the human? They do, don’t they?
HA: Rumor has it. But no blogger wishes to post into a vacuum.
ET: Ah yes, the black hole. I’m familiar with it, you know. But tell me, if a reader encounters a word with…
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