February 08, 2004
I just found a nice new site called The Moleskinerie, which is a site devoted to and developed by folks who are devoted to the legendary notebook. It is clear to me that there is a connection between Moleskines and Blogs, but I have not been able to discern what it is exactly. At any rate, the founder/creator of Moleskinerie has promised to mail me some buttons that help spread the word about his site. Very nice of this person, I know. First they give me a nice site, then buttons to remind me of it. Sounds almost too good to be true, huh? Well done. The site even has a contest running, a contest which has been extended to March 15th, rather than February 15th. Here is the page. Your heroic Pragmatik will, or course, be submitting an entry. You should, too. And speaking of interesting websites, the most worthy candidate for the Democratic Presidential nomination -- Dennis Kucinich -- has a nifty site. There are flyers, stickers, and pass-it-on tickets to download and print out. He was on "The Late Late Show" last week, and he is a very viable candidate for leader of the free world. Too bad he hasn't a chance in hell of winning the nomination. We could all smoke weed with free healthcare, and then we could hang out with our buddies back from the war on the way to our living-wage jobs. Considering his chances of winning (or lack thereof), I am very glad that I am in graduate school. I'll always be broke, and I will not be going off to fight Mr. Bush's war.
Ah, a new blog. What will this be for? Thoughts and plans are in the Moleskine. Or hermetically sealed in my grey matter. Philosophy notes are in my philosophy notebooks. The FBI and CIA files on me are not mine to write. What then will someone like me use a Blog for? Everyone has a drawer where they put things they don't want to deal with. Things that are not interesting enough to pay attention to. Things they want to forget. Things they are ashamed to have as parts of their lives. Things that are so amazing that their owners believe them to be undeserved or too good to be true. Boring things, bad things, terrible things, wonderful things. That's what I will put here. When I die, and my journals and letters are published (?!), this will escape the clutches of the PhD students who want to write dissertations on my immense ideas and philosophies, the critics who want to destroy them, and the vandals who want to steal them. Like everything else, this will fail to be the complete, comprehensive and authoritative me. It will be a fraction and a parcel of the individual I will become. Have been. And am. What you get is the dirty me, the un-academic me, the me who is unfit for the Academy. The one you want to read about.