Andy & Me

I have had two blogs in my short life as a writer and both of them have been, in many ways, SORT of a failure--actually, those micro literary  moments were a failures as failures go because the six or seven people who actually read them loudly applauded and reacted accordingly to my posted thoughts.

I should have moved forward in my newly found blogging career but as luck would have it, i was employed in a dead end job hawking paternity testing in an over saturated market for a company who felt that blogging was for train modeling and recipes.

To say that I actually understood the true power of a blog or that i could actually understand its potential would be like saying that I understood the internal workings of a soft furry puppy.

Puppies I love but have never analyzed.

So one day I stumbled in my kitchen, hit my head, crashed into the open dishwasher, bounced off of this stainless steel monster and landed both unceremoniously and unconsciously onto the linoleum floor surrounded by bits of mortally shattered ceramics and pieces of Davy Jones' silverware--dead and on the floor.

I awoke and with head aching and bleeding from being cut up by my wife's china rolled over to the side, hoisted my self up and steadied---well you would have thought i would have cleaned up the mess, surveyed the damage to the dishwasher and maybe applied a band aid or two but i bee lined straight to my computer, to my blog, "The Mighty Magpie" and i made it as positive and as upbeat as I possibly could and like I always do, i made my post in the form of a story--kind of like the way that Andy Griffith would tell one of his corn-poned stories of North Carolina life or his takes on literature.

The point of what i am writing?

The POWER of the blog--i got a lot of response from friends who thought i needed to be heading to the hospital--they were not interested in the writing so much as they were in the aftermath of what i had written so dear friends---watch what you write because others watch what you write.

From my take on this class, blogging is sort of a Socratic dialect that goes on between the writer and the potential of the rest of the world.

The difference is that, unlike the times of the ancient Greeks where great minds came together to discuss and argue great ideas of the day, a blogger can expect an in-pouring of great and little minds to weigh in on the same subjects:  a true democracy.

With blogs and this is my take on them after reading the class material is that they represent the mind and experience of the reader and the consequence of world wide response--'cause, everyone has at least two cents worth of comment.

I poured over the assignments and writing and style aside, my biggest beef with blogging is the ability to navigate the set ups of a blog.

In real life, i am a meat and potatoes sort of guy ( I literally love meat and potatoes) and I guess i am the same in the blogsphere--i want simple navigation and clean and easy editing tools--to me, blogs still have a lot to work to do on in that arena BUT

to summarize my feelings toward blogs:

I write, I exist and therefore I am.