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metablogging in a metaworld going meta
Jul. 12th, 2005 11:40 amEver had the feeling that if you are not right in the fucking middle of it, you are not living?
Whatever the middle of it ever is.
Like summer, or a group of friends, or a community, or following the news, or a job situation. The list can become infinite.
If I don't experience this rare and precious summer here and now in a full and perfect way, I'm not living, and my non life is forfeit and I'm not a fully developed PERSON. Not someone. The opposite isn't no-one, but anyone, which is worse. At least in a meta world. Because that means that I'm not only a meta metaphor, but just a mere meta metaphor for the cliché metaphors who per definition don't need to be compared to anything.
It's all about control. Whenever a rant as the small one above (about the meta metaphor) emerges, the best thing to do is to become as boring as possible. Cut down wit to a minimum if there ever was a risk to be had there in the first place. Also go bathing in a summer lake or something and don't write about it in your blog.
Or anywhere else.
All's well. I've been down in the South of Sweden, visiting parents and childhood foster parent/big sister person, and childhood friend. Had nice proper talks ( with foster friend person and childhood friend person) and some crying and re-evaluating of bad marriages ( with parents concerning themselves not me, thank god). Also I was horrified about London, and relieved that everyone I know there is ok. Remembered the genocide in Srebrenica in a startled and sad way. (ten fucking years!) Am beat but good.
It's hot as hell, or as Colorado in fact, which is good for Swedish standards, even though I sweat like a pink and white skinned piggy when I have my 1.5-2.0 hour walks across everywhere, since my bike is stolen, my car doesn't exist and I refuse buses.
On Saturday I'm going to wedding no 2 that I was invited to this summer (I dodged wedding no 1) I wish I could go in a corset, because frankly I look my very best in a corset. But I don't own one and it's really really hot, and me fainting wold probably be interpreted as me stealing the bride's wind or something.
There will be wedding reports later.
Why metapeople in blogland generally suck a little, including me:
We have such a hard time coming to terms with what really matters. In fact we mostly don't, since our ego is making the choices 99% of the times.
/metarant
I want you all to have a good summer/vacation/nap/rant or whatever. Don't get too meta on me, because sometimes I care.
Whatever the middle of it ever is.
Like summer, or a group of friends, or a community, or following the news, or a job situation. The list can become infinite.
If I don't experience this rare and precious summer here and now in a full and perfect way, I'm not living, and my non life is forfeit and I'm not a fully developed PERSON. Not someone. The opposite isn't no-one, but anyone, which is worse. At least in a meta world. Because that means that I'm not only a meta metaphor, but just a mere meta metaphor for the cliché metaphors who per definition don't need to be compared to anything.
It's all about control. Whenever a rant as the small one above (about the meta metaphor) emerges, the best thing to do is to become as boring as possible. Cut down wit to a minimum if there ever was a risk to be had there in the first place. Also go bathing in a summer lake or something and don't write about it in your blog.
Or anywhere else.
All's well. I've been down in the South of Sweden, visiting parents and childhood foster parent/big sister person, and childhood friend. Had nice proper talks ( with foster friend person and childhood friend person) and some crying and re-evaluating of bad marriages ( with parents concerning themselves not me, thank god). Also I was horrified about London, and relieved that everyone I know there is ok. Remembered the genocide in Srebrenica in a startled and sad way. (ten fucking years!) Am beat but good.
It's hot as hell, or as Colorado in fact, which is good for Swedish standards, even though I sweat like a pink and white skinned piggy when I have my 1.5-2.0 hour walks across everywhere, since my bike is stolen, my car doesn't exist and I refuse buses.
On Saturday I'm going to wedding no 2 that I was invited to this summer (I dodged wedding no 1) I wish I could go in a corset, because frankly I look my very best in a corset. But I don't own one and it's really really hot, and me fainting wold probably be interpreted as me stealing the bride's wind or something.
There will be wedding reports later.
Why metapeople in blogland generally suck a little, including me:
We have such a hard time coming to terms with what really matters. In fact we mostly don't, since our ego is making the choices 99% of the times.
/metarant
I want you all to have a good summer/vacation/nap/rant or whatever. Don't get too meta on me, because sometimes I care.
