DISQUS

"a mug of Sabbath." Nice one, Marcus.

These are really thought-provoking.

Also thought-provoking, and which I thought I should confess for the record, is that I gave Auralia's Colors a second chance and decided it's amazing-and-what-was-my-problem-anyway. Heh. I have to wait for a new week of Sbux tips to come in before I can buy it, though . . .

I heard about this book on Kindling's Muse and was intrigued. I picked up a copy at a bookstore and skimmed the first chapter. Perhaps because I skimmed, but I felt like I missed something . . . the concepts made me want to like it, but something about the writing failed to draw me in. I'm not expert enough to be able to figure out quite what that is.

I feel like a Philistine admitting this. But we all (well, all of "us" who know me, anyway) know I tend to be contrary . . .

I don't have anything new to say, but I particularly liked the line that AMM liked, and I particularly laughed at Michael's comment, just like Heather. And I thought I should say so.

Yeah, why would non-bloggers talk about blogging anyway? Sheesh. (Not really as disgruntled as I sound.)

But I am dismayed to hear that Dr. Jacobs (of my alma mater) is such a blog-cynic.

Sometimes I feel like my work is a Christianised spin on the army of one. And not so much heroic.

What everyone else said.

This was a good post, and though I hesitate to destroy the somewhat wistful tone, I just have to ask:

Do you really have 10-year-old apples hanging around?

I wondered if you'd announce this. I was thinking of doing the same . . . I like his observation that we humans put up masks already--the internet doesn't really exacerbate it as much as it maybe highlights it.

the what? You'd much rather visit the what, Marcus? I'm in such suspense here!

This is too brainy for me--and besides I think I agree with you. But Mark, sometimes we're too technologically inept to escape the dark side (apparently). Well, not LL, surely, but, ahem, some of us.

Also, that Disney clip was a weird blast from the past. My brother and I were enamoured with that carousel of progress when I was 8 and he was 4 . . . the song was different at the time, though.

I like this.

Once, just before Christmas, a man in my church asked me if I had ever thought of "going into ministry." I felt like staring at him like he had an extra head and saying, "What do you think I'm DOING?!" But then I thought it might belie what I was implying . . .

I don't think you needed to explain the "voice." I'm pretty sure we got it . . . ;)

"taking on the failed attempt as a personal attribute." It's true. I think that's what happens much of the time. Good to point out.

I like the combination of the Craver/Marcus points of view on selling. It seems to round things out pretty well. Now if I could just figure out what that looks like in real life . . .

Is blogging itself like a virtual manifestation of the great cloud of witnesses?

Like LL, I feel a bit foggy about all this.

Thanks for the props, Marcus!

And good choices on the thinking blogs. I already listed five (including, obviously, this one) in my own blog, so I'll leave it at that.

There's something sort of e-mail-forward-ish about memes, but truly, I've only been tagged twice so far, and both times I was kind of flattered.

Yep. Amen. Preach it. All that.

What a great poem Prufrock is, though--just as a launching-off point for . . . a whole lot of stuff.

In case you didn't discover it, the zombie story is already up there, a few posts down. I posted, like, four things on Saturday.

Whoa. I think my brain just blew a fuse. I'll come back if I think of anything, but in the meantime, you might want to jaunt over to my blog to view something relevant to you, as well as a story about zombies. Sort of.

Yeah. I'm not much of a poet myself, but that kind of thing is tremendous. Perhaps I shall include it in my sig @ the bottom of my emails . . .

As someone about to get a first book published, I understand that I'm not really going to make any money off of this thing. Mostly I just want to be in print. But I do think that even for people like me who expect to be starving artists and coffee-shop employees for the rest of our days, there's a sort of appeal to the idea that some sort of money is going to be changing hands somewhere in order for people to read our words. So how long will writers be content to have the world read their stuff completely for free?

;)

Re: the pirate party--how could we NOT have missed it when you didn't invite us? Sheesh.

P.S. One time I went to a pirate party thrown by some reenactors with whom I worked at a living history museum. I knew I couldn't compete with their historical authenticity, so I figured out how to get some CD's to dangle from my ears (though not the lobes--ouch!), wrapped a modem cable with more CD's on it around my waist, and pretended I was a "music pirate." This worked because ipods, etc, had yet to make much of a . . . um . . . splash.