Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.

It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".

"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette







Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Blogopolis and the Blue Nowhere

It's the wee hours.

I should be home, sleeping, but instead I'm wandering around out here in the Blue Nowhere.

It always starts so innocently - I head out into my little corner of Blogopolis, the city without boundaries, the city that changes moment by moment, amorphous. The unwary must tread carefully on its streets; the largest thoroughfares are swift, where the giants fly past in their grand limousines, chased by avid fans. I prefer the side streets, where the mid-level folks dwell - their noise and bustle, their growing pains, their constant reinvention of themselves and their homes is wonderful to witness. The tiny, twisting lanes are my home, along with others of my ilk. We're not bottom feeders, quite...no, we're the quirky, the not-quite-grounded, the ones who don't have a niche or a look or a hook or whatever it is that drags a body from relative anonymity to the often hard-to-bear limelight.

So I wandered my lanes and gaze with love, adoration, admiration, and envy into the windows of other blogs. I leave my calling card and wonder if they'll notice it and come find my little home in the Blue Nowhere. I walk these little byways every day, without fail.

I went a little farther afield, though, and found myself blog-hopping. How many calories does that burn?

Branch to branch, blog to blog, farther and farther afield, until I suddenly found myself at a place only hinted at in Blogopolis lore - the edge of our city. The boundaries of Blogopolis!!

I leaped.

Who hasn't wanted to find the edge of reality and dive into the bordering possibility? Can you say you never wondered what it would be like?

There's so much to see, to do - games to play, odd little online boutiques to explore, seeking out unique, weird, and wonderful items in dusty corners, following tenuous links to new worlds- the Blue Nowhere is truly without boundaries, infinity in an atom, zipping along wires to Portugal, Australia, beyond this world and onto others.

Out in the Blue Nowhere, the electronic online world that contains and is contained by Blogopolis, swimming among the terabytes, I lost track of the hour.

Which way is home? I'll have to hitch a ride back on a passing packet and hope for the best.

8 comments:

Kit said...

Awesome post! :)

chris said...

You took the words right of my mouth. Except that you've done some awesome wordsmithing...LOL

Susan said...

I want to always have the privilege of walking on your Blue Nowhere sidewalks.

Will you PLEASE get a freakin' agent and show John Cheever and several hundred other authors how it's done? You're amazing.

Kyddryn said...

Kit, thanks! Sleep deprivation has its pluses. ;-)

Chris, thank you. I miss your words, but I know you're busy.

Susan, I swear I'm going to make you some pom-poms to wave, you're such a terrific cheer-leader! You'll always have a place here in the Blue Nowhere - after all we ARE the Blue Nowhere...it can't exist without you!

Umm...who's John Cheever?

MereCat said...

I love this post. It's such a never ending matrix of light and thought this blogosphere. And I'm glad you're in it!

RhoRho said...

Glad I came back here, your writing is inspiring! I Read your comment on mommywantsvodka and wanted to say, good for you, standing up and staying home. I hate that I dread the holidays. It's like for 18 years, they aren't for us or our kids, the holidays are for grandparents?

MomZombie said...

This is the most perfect thing I've ever read about an Internet experience. I'm humbled by your writing.

Kyddryn said...

MereCat, thanks - I feel the same way about you.

RhoRho, welcome back, and thanks! I DO feel you re: holidays. I finally decided that my obligation is to my son first. Whew!

MomZombie, you made me blush! Thank you...