I am TOO still writing

Who knew the cyber-world of blogging would prove so fraught with difficulties? It's an adventure, and we all know how those work. Phil's and my move out here was an adventure (and yes, as per various requests, I'm planning to post those moving updates here sometime soon-- I just want to figure out where to put them so they're out of the way for those of you who have already savored every brilliant bon mot). Adventures are tricky things, and usually wet and uncomfortable. This one has proved especially tricky, as the Internet and unfamiliar software are wont to do. I won't bore you with the minutiae, much as I'd like to-- suffice it to say that Blogger was seeing fit to hide my posts, and your comments, in a secret location known only to it, but I have now rooted out what was lost, and it has seen the error of its ways. We are now communicating clearly, or at least I think so. Only time will tell, of course, but if I'm wrong about our new relationship, I have nefarious plans to take my brilliance somewhere else, so Blogger can just watch the hell out and do my bidding if it knows what's good for it.

Onward. I was agonizing over what, precisely, I should plan to post here. I mean, god knows I have enough diatribes and complaints stored up to fill endless posts. But that seems so banal, so expected, so done, you know? The very thought of writing all that whining filled me with ennui, and I can only imagine what it would inspire in you. But then, while cruising around on Highway 101 (a surprisingly fertile place for new thoughts), it occurred to me that I also have a mental storehouse just full of Things the World Needs to Know, and now, with the sometimes-recalcitrant Blogger.com, I finally have a place to put them, thereby forcing my own point of view on the world, where it belongs. I'm planning for a Hall of Fame, ongoing Reviews, and, probably, in spite of the above, a few well-crafted Diatribes-- but I'll at least commit to making those entertaining and readable, and as generally applicable as I can manage. Of course, I am convinced that anything important to me is generally applicable, but I'll try to curb my ego and limit myself to things which you might think are valuable. We'll see how that goes.

First up is the Hall of Fame. It's occurred to me that memory is an important thing, and cyberland provides perhaps the best universal memory ever. Who knows what happens when we die? Do we go on to something better, evolve instantly into something completely different, or just fade to black once and for all? Every possibility I can think of has its own very big pros and cons, and the bottom line is, we don't know and we can't plan. But what we can do is collect the past, and pass it on while we're here so that it's not lost.

The most important part of our past is its denizens. In the Hall of Fame I'll be telling you about a few of mine. I'll work my way up to the scary ones-- those people who have changed me against my will and in ways I wouldn't have signed up for if I'd had a chance-- but we'll start with the easy stuff. First up is my beloved ballet teacher, Maggie Banks, and for those of you who are groaning and rolling your eyes, just shut up and read it when I get it done, because she was a great lady and had a world-class story of her own. She conquered ABT and Hollywood, and kept Frank Sinatra from killing Elvis Presley, so there. Details to follow.

Stay tuned. The glitches are worked out, and more wordy brilliance is on its way. Blogger has succumbed! I am triumphant! Rejoice and sing hallelujahs!

Onward-- tallyho!