Yes, I broke down and now have a blog. Yay! Another person on the internet egocentric enough to think that the things we used to write into a little book with flowers or puppies on it, secured by a little plastic lock, now are actually interesting enough to be shared with the rest of the world. Remember the time when people actually got mad when you read their diary? (Or at least only occasionally indulged in the fantasy of the deep insight people would get into one’s life after they found the diary following the respective writer’s tragic death) Well, all that is now part of the quotidian, of good old consumer capitalism’s emphasis on rampant individualism, which changed all that formerly cliche-laden, pseudo-romantic, dialectic-longing stuff and today we are all doing our duty as “special unique snowflakes of special specialness” and are longing to commit ourselves to an act that my brother has come to call “soul striptease.”
So, bring some singles. I’ll do some strip-writing. ’cause we’re all just so damn special–enjoy.