I had it in mind, last night, to say what I wanted to say, pretty much in the way I'd want to say it, without cussing or naming those I'm criticizing. It took me awhile to click "Publish Post" yesterday. I actually thought some of my readers might find my words unfair, ill-informed, or just in poor taste. When I published it I thought, "Well, bring it then." I thought it would be interesting to see whether saying something offensive (as mild as it may be) might cause a small backlash, and a bit more traffic. Well, as of tonight, 11:21 pm, one brave soul has commented - and he's
agreed with me!
I am devastated. I don't know what to say. My worry was that I'd have to fend off the offended. Rather, my words will languish in blogger purgatory, headed, eventually for ignominy in Dante's first, because they are surely too banal for anything more severe. If only I could muster the stuff required to be submerged, head first, heels kicking at the pricks, in a vat of hot oil in the eighth circle.
Alas! I am me too good.
Ride report:
Snow day!
(temp rising from -20s to -14'C, wind N 40+ ks in the morning, shifting to S 13 ks (at present))
3 comments:
Don't kid yourself PK. I seriously believe that Tim, G and I are the only three people on the face of the Earth that read this thing anyways. Not to burst your bubble or anything. The throngs were too busy singing 606 to notice.
I'm heartened, in a strange, liberated sort of way then, to write any old thing at all!
Have you read Portnoy's Complaint. I am actually almost done, and it's pretty great!
I'll gladly steal your copy since I'm almost ready to move back into fiction. Back to back non-fiction has left me thirsty.
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