Finer than frog’s hair

Even than this frog’s hair: 

That’s a favorite answer of my Dad’s to “howyadoin?” and variations, and a reply to a kind inquiry from Mr. Miller via e-mail.  Apparently, I’m such a loudmouth that a couple days not blogging or extensively e-mailing about my latest tribulations causes people to wonder about my health.  Either that, or Mr. Miller was just being friendly.

I did tell him, though, that I thought we were “evil losers” for not not finding a way to bring more of our recent e-mail correspondence more to the “surface” via the blog.  That goes for some of the rest of you, too, and you know who you are, or maybe you don’t, but that’s a philosophical question, and Socrates is dead, long dead, or elsewise reincarnated, and wasn’t much good for answers when he was alive, come to think of it, not his thing, usually, if we can trust Plato’s narratives, though come to think of it we can’t.  Oh well, not even a Socrates’ ghost of a non-answer answer, looks like.

But I don’t mean that the whole correspondence or any particular correspondence needs to be out here for all the world to see, but sometimes some of y’all write things like “here’s an interesting link, I didn’t submit it in the RecBrow cuz I assume not everyone’s interested.”  Go ahead.  If you’re interested, that’s justification enough.  What’s interesting enough for this blog is purely a product of what we collectively or individually decide is interesting to us.  Blogging is whatever we make it.  Doesn’t have to be about politics and the news.  I’m finding politics and the news pretty durn stupidly boring lately, myself – though fear I’m tempting fate by saying so. 
Good thing the world doesn’t care about my temptations too much.  If it did, we might have a war this afternoon.  So fingers crossed I’m as insignificant as I honestly I believe I must be.  Though for all I know, 1 billion people are having the same thought.  Could be a powerful incentive to fate…  So maybe we should all clear our calendars and get ready to spend the day watching the news instead of basketball or whatever George likes to do when some of the rest of us are checking out the Heat, the Celts, the Lakers, and oh yeah the Rockets.

I could say something about what Mr. Miller is doing that has been one subject of our correspondence, but I won’t say any more because to say more might be to interfere with his process without his permission.  I’ll just say that if he feels like “crowd-sourcing” some of it, whatever it is, now or at some point, in my opinion the only reason to resist the feeling is that it might be bad for that process, not because it’s some kind of infraction or offense to the Holy Rules of Blogging.  Same goes for the subject of a certain other correspondence with a certain other contributor, and for something else I’ve been e-mailing on lately, and am thinking about seeing whether I can surface.

Though what Mr. Miller really owes the world or at least my world is his take on the NBA – the mythic or tragic truth of the NBA this year, what must happen that matters in a way that even George might find interesting – ok, maybe that’s too much to expect…

I’ve already told Mr. Miller that.  I also told him, that, just to prove the other point, I was going to post most of the e-mail – which I’ve now done, except for this last:  Also told him that in my opinion he shouldn’t feel restricted to “comments” for replying.  If he has or anyone else has a substantial reply to make, y’all otter feel free to respond via a brand new post.

“It’s just a blog”

…that’s meant to convey both that it probably helps not to treat anything we can possibly do here as too terribly important – even if it happens by Nietzschean process to recur eternally, it’s still such a teensy-tiny to the power of a negative zillion thing, why worry?  But it’s also meant to convey or help realize the opposite:  There’s nothing we can think about what we might do – that it could be more pointed, more relevant, better-written, better-formed, more current, bloggier – that’s likely more important than actually doing it.