Blogging Hell

 It's the next round in the struggle againt unholy blogness. I retreat under siege. It's clear that in a battle between me and the format, the format wins. At least for the moment. So instead of trying to drive it into a more compliant shape, I am just going with the flow for a while. That means I 'm abandoning any pretense at thematic coherence. There's no way to set up a theme and stick to it. Not with my eclectic and short attention span. Plus, this thing is a tube. A short one. Things keep falling out the end. There's no way to make the thing longer, no way to hold onto stuff that's still entertaining. There's no way to keep things in the tube long enough to compare them side by side, establish some sort of unity, or develop a recurring theme. I might as well be picking up bits of fluff off the carpet and tossing them to one side once I know what they are. Here's a rubber band. Here's a flyer that someone handed me on the street. See this? It's the thing I set my coffee mug on. Do you detect an interesting similarity among them all, and that a compositional coherence is beginning to emerge? No? Oh.


 I know it could be more interesting than that, but I want it to be more easily organised, so that I can group certain entries together. Little aggregates of composition. If I can't do that, it seems pointless to do anything other than make random comments to the universe.


 Fortunately, that has its charms too. So, while it ain't blogging Heaven, it's not exactly blogging hell.