If anything, I am BTC - behind the curve. Here were are, March 29, 2009 and I, in my 793rd year, am only now blogging (gerund of the noun "blog," i.e. "Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer ; also : the contents of such a site.") I am listening to "Pine Country" by bluegrass musicians Robin and Linda Williams, a line of which goes, "I've got an itch that I've gotta scratch." I suppose that is as good an explanation as any why I have chosen this moment virtually to venture into the vast blogosphere.
Three cheers then to blogging in general, which today is the ultimate democracy: anyone with access to the Internet thereby has plenary sovereignty whereby he may write whatever he fancies and publish it without being pestered by pesky niceties like literacy, intelligence, wisdom or even (as in the instant case) something interesting to say. The cyberportal is universal and one size fits all, even those unfit to enter.
But I ought not to bite the hand that is reaching out to my illusions of relevance while gently massaging my mediocrity. So I won't. Anymore that is. At least not for the present.
To quote the fictitious Tiny Tim (no, not the one who was (mis)married on the Tonight Show): "God bless us, every one!"
About Me
- Maratini
- On May 30, 47 BCE, Gaius Julius Caesar engaged Pharnaces' forces on a hill near the town of Zela. Only four battle-hours later, Pharnaces' army was routed. In commemoration, Julius Caesar sent a simple, powerful and memorable message to the Roman Senate: "I came. I saw. I conquered." To our 21st Century ears, the rendering of the original Latin, is, "Veni. Vidi. Vici." The triumvirate voiced labiodental fricatives connote decisive, irrevocable victory. Sadly, however, this is what the anxious patrician ears of the Roman Senators actually heard: "Wenee. Weedee. Weekee." To describe an historic military triumph by a brilliant military tactician (and soon-to-be-assassinated dictator), this just don't sound right. While this unfortunate fact this is about the defunct Mr. Caesar and not me, there is, I believe, a connection, somewhere, somehow.
As always, your vocabulary and wit leave my mouth agape with wonder. I'm happy you joined the blog world. This will make for some fun reading. :) Love you.
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