The Process

There is probably a process one goes through when launching one's tongue into or onto the blogosphere. I'm going through it. I'm going to do something a bit different, I'm going to tell you how I feel. The reason for this gets back to a new KM model I came up with last week that mirrors Maslow's heirarchy. But that's for another time, and is on my other blog. What I want to do is say how I feel. Because that's what its all about. So she says.

I feel good. I feel like a bonehead for not doing this sooner, and wasting your time for writing things like "I feel good."

I do recall a sentence from Stephan King who made sure his butt was in a writing chair regardless of whether he would pen anything that day. Those of us who read and write can take comfort from each other in this solitary activity. In this Age of Irony (or Irony Age), it is the lone typist who changes the world.

Forthcoming blogs will be more "meatier." (sounds of crunching fingers)

Urban Humor Mashup

Creativity lives on, even in - or especially in - the most unlikely places. Take urban transportation. I recently received by e-mail a set of funny photos - artist unknown - of creative ads and graphics on everything from city buses to plastic hand carries. I see it as a form of urban beautification through commercial art that helps remind us of the absurdity of postmodern living. And its good for a laugh. Enjoy.



Please add a comment if you know where these originated. Props.

Oh, but that is my music. I wrote it. Copyright: me. Thanks. Ha.

Tap...tap...tap... is this thing on??

Greetings and salutations.

As an inagural piece of prose, I felt I should start with something literary, like the line from T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland" referring to modernity as "a heap of broken images."

[Pause for dramatic effect.]

Collectively, you and I and all the other youse and eyes are creating this broad know-where we call the web. Will it remain a bastion of expression that offers a brave new lens to each inquisitive interloper? Or, will it devolve into a wasteland of insipid vermin, boneheads, and dusty gems? The answer is, of course, that it depends on all of us making the right choices that matter most to the vital lifeblood of this medium. Every day consider your actions and whether or not they cultivate the web or suck it dry.

"Trust thyself, every heart vibrates to that iron string." - Thoreau

Please feel free to post a note and share your views. Trust your spirit and let your imagination flow like a river. As time plods along, I will be adding stories and ideas and will attempt to honor your attention. For blogs related to management and organization, please see my other blogspot, Amplified.

Thanks for visiting, and remember: When you feel like flaming, first flame thyself. Then perhaps we can all lower the temperature of this desert of the real.