2.18.2005

we are the bloggers

we are the bloggers, the spotlight hoggers, living lives calibrated to the warhol meridian. in a hundred years, historians will arbitrarily mark 200* as the year society entered its post-fame lassitude.

we are the bloggers, the spotlight hoggers, calibrating the world to the (enter your name here) meridian. in a hundred years, there will be a historian for each of us, devoted to our lives of 15 minutes. but, not one will be found able to piece it together, because in 200* we all, at once, with one great voice, and with confidence supreme streaming from our lungs and our modems, shouted, "that's stupid!" and set our sights on mastering some tiny fraction of reality.

we are the bloggers, the spotlight hoggers, and we are gods. gods in tiny universes, masters of none and slaves to the ignorance of every other, tiny god. supremecy or perspective? we have chosen, and history will be unable, for our choice, to judge us. but isn't that what we have always wanted?

we are the bloggers, the spotlight hoggers, and we know that adam, too, chose to place himself above judgement. we choose also not to see where it got him, lest we see also the end of our own path. "apples and oranges," we say. "dust to dust? that's stupid," and we turn our attention elsewhere, any elsewhere.

we are the bloggers, the spotlight hoggers, and we stand condemned. let future history take note and rise from the crushing weight of our iniquity. let just one among those historians see these things to which we have already blinded them. let just one, and we are saved.

we are the bloggers, the spotlight hoggers.

1 Comments:

Blogger AmbientBoy said...

We are the bloggers, the spotlight hoggers. The disillusioned fanatics of cyberspace. We rant and rave of times to save, of spite and disbelief. Our ways are best, no test, none needed, forthwith put out a dialectic majority. A commune for the taking, no doors or walls protecting. Private heroes, public Nero's, in control but just a bit querky. We are the bloggers, the spotlight hoggers.

Phrases and salutations my long lost befriended pianist. Tell your wife to describe her non Communist commune again to me sometime. For interesting reads, try:

spiteforum.blogspot.com
skittishfortitude.blogspot.com

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