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nmazca.blog embedded in the floating world |
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or perhaps until I develop more meaningful content.  I began to ruminate about the purpose and focus of this blog a couple of months ago, to which my West Coast Attorney and my local gemologist-numerologist can attest. When February began and I saw the funny, little symmetry that would occur in the archive links, I thought "Yeah, that'll be fine." My biggest concern was "Am I just adding to a Moebius strip of self-, community-, clique-referential, second-and-third-source discourse? Am I focusing on what's wrong or absurd or of transient interest (embedded in the floating world, indeed) without providing context, solutions or commentary (as if there needs to be one more person goin' on about what goes on these days)? Certainly, nmazca.blog is a means of expression and dissemination that provides an outlet to share what I perceive with others... and I know that other people appreciate it. I think that after the election -- and after the time that I spent in the Persian Gulf before the election -- I've felt a need to do something else, something more constructive, more real and tangible. For one thing, I want to focus on my own creativity and the worlds beyond this world. Not as a way to ignore or deny what goes on outside of my door, but as a way to focus on the possibilities, potentials and actions that can restore, inspire and spark imaginations. Such efforts of discovery and creation can do more to effect change and consciousness, I think, then going over the same newsstories and statements that two-thirds of the (still unquantified) visitors to this site might have already read. This reminds me of one of the things that went through my head during my first, contentious newspaper job: "How long do I want to spend time writing about all the things that other people are doing, when I can be doing my own work?" Another thought was the reminder that time and life are fleeting, and there won't always be that next day or "some other time" to do what one feels drawn or compelled to do from within. I walked down Broadway one recent, Saturday night. Amid all of the kids hanging out, heading out, rolling along and rollicking, a column of smoke from the crematory oven inside of a nearby funeral home wafted along the avenue, curling around all the party people. Simple, subtle juxtaposition. The point was not missed. I will end here and mention that there will still be updates to 22 over 7. And when I finally complete my tale of going from Seattle to SoCal to Truth or Consequences, and then Cleveland to Seattle to Doha and back last year, I'll post notice in this virtual space. Thank you. lfs.nl: curves Click here to see this full-screen And that's that. |
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