February 27, 2005
Tim Blair posts ironically: Blogs to Fade Away,
once readers realise they are rife with inaccuracies and mundane minutiae,
raising his eyebrows at the offhand AP prediction that exercised us here a few days ago.
It suggests our continued presence is based on reader approval, or at least on eyeballs. We here at Good&Happy, with readership racing weekly upward into the low double digits, don't audit our undertaking in those terms. Don't get us wrong, we cherish our readers, sources, commentors, and interlocutors. If we could, every day we would serve you fresh fragrant tea with a homemade muffin. We would hang on your every word for up to 90 seconds at a time. We would name a new pastel-suede hug toy after your first love.
But we are in no way at the mercy of readers' taste, inclination, fashion, or action. We don't get paid. Our contract subsists in other parameters.
We write for ourselves and for our near-and-far-flung co-conspiring collaborators and beloveds; to keep a record; to find out what we think and are able to communicate; to practice satin-shod pirouettes of indirection; and to circulate invitations to the Cosmic Wedding Reception in one or another venue at sundry times and diverse occasions. It's a note in a bottle, and the reader must decide if it's a MacGuffin for further adventure. We're fully employed just locating corks and checking our spelling.
On the other hand, we're bored, subject to the law of diminishing returns, or at least retiring for a moment to reconsider.
What brought us as readers to the 'sphere was the limiting superficiality and perhaps-unconscious bias of MSM / house organ coverage that oversimplified the challenge, complexity, and anxieties of 9.11 and events following; that ignored the American Episcopal Church's accelerating confusion in the wake of General Convention 2003; and that threw up impediments to understanding the course of the presidential campaign and election of 2004. Although those matters stimulated our desire to approach the fray, we did not expect to address them directly, or frequently.
In that context, propelled by then-raging crosscurrents of Rathergate, we therefore heaved one round pink foot at a time out of the scallop-shell onto the beach on September 12, 2004, muttering, on the twin subjects of wearing pajamas and having opinions, "I could do that."
Now, on the presenting issues, distributed information and the arrow of time have begun to make their point.
--Mary Mapes has resigned, and Dan Rather seems increasingly ossified psychologically and molecularly. Even more of the story may surface through employment lawsuits. The old and new media are under scrutiny, and no journalism student can reasonably graduate thinking (s)he will be permitted to tell the rest of us what to think or to know (or not to know), without push-back for explanation.
As to Rather and CBS, we can see more clearly, it's simply the cut of their jib, and we release them all from our foolish expectation that people will do anything other than what they do and are. At the same time, we are deeply satisfied when the tack shifts, the shore comes into focus, and more of us are weathermen to figure out the wind direction.
--Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams and the international Anglican Primates are eyeball to eyeball with American/Canadian verbal and doctrinal slush machines. Something has to give.
Without the internet, more of the vaguely uncomfortable but forcedly-genial pew potatoes would still be reading only the parish pundit on what's new at the bookstore and the building fund. Some of us have even been galvanized to sneak a third or fourth look at the unpraiseworthy prose and indeterminate anthropology of the 1979 prayer book, and have morphed into outlines moving through the dead of night, packing our steamer trunks for early transport to the banks of the Tiber or Bosphorous.
--Our primary interest in the election, along with its outcome, was the philosophies, ethics, and rhetoric driving it and on display. We have no ambition here to be on anyone's Front Page as Hildy Johnson (editor, that's another matter) covering the political or any beat. Others do that so much better, partly because of their inexplicable ability to sustain their interest for more than 15 minutes before skittering after another bright shiny idea.
Almost everyone who is rhetorically anyone is on the job, climbing the ladder of insight up from the bottom Lakoff rung -- Framing Issues, Joining Argument, Comparing Value-systems, Shaping Vocabulary. We here still have ideas, and are hatching many more. But for the moment we are able to add only fine points or echoes.
Furthermore, Lent according to the Orthodox calendar approaches on March 9, culminating this year in Pascha/Easter on May 1. Not least, the difference in calendars should be appreciated in the restaurant trade for spreading the Festive Easter Brunch traffic. As the Eastern Orthodox are developed in fasting, so in feasting.
A recent New Yorker aside says that our life is bedeviled by Envy and Addiction. Lent provides an opportunity to dissolve the Crazy Glue(tm) attachments to some of the instruments of both. Like last year, lenten 2005 will see little or no weekday 'sphere-wide surfing by us. The computer at Chez Dilys is licensed to hum away for e-mail, business, and graphics. But the motley gang of 'sphere-titillated Lusts of the Eyes for amusement and up-to-date-ness will for a time be buttoned into their spring linen pjs and packed off to the metaphorical spa for a rest cure, clearing the guest room for their more decorous print-seeking cousins, some of whom may very likely peep around the curtain here as semi-regular postings.
Inasmuch as Good&Happy has a portfolio, its purpose is to raise the Happiness Index here and now, for you and me and all Dilys' Crewe and everyone affected even indirectly. We seek deeper definitions and truer measures of the term, and the rehabilitation of some of its exiled components. Our passion for happiness is unlikely to disappear. We shall see what shape it takes for the next few weeks as the weather changes, inside and out.
It could look somewhat different by May, especially here in the warmer latitudes as patios are be-flowered, windows washed, beach parties firmly pencilled-in on breeze-ruffled calendar squares.