As you might have noticed, it’s been a while since you’ve received a posting from my online
journal. Quite honestly I hope that you’ve noticed, so I will conveniently assume. That works for me.
I have certainly missed you.
To catch you up in a nutshell with my “so-called blogging life,” I’ve been busily engaged the last several weeks in trying to untangle a technological Gordian knot that took me by surprise and threw me for a loop, demanded a wholesale re-thinking of my options, and required what seemed to me prodigious labor to clean up the mess. I have personally experienced the dreaded Horror of the Domain Name Snatchers! (My domain name here, for example, was “growingintothemystery.com.”)
Retaining faint vestiges of innocence, I had not been aware that mechanized “bots” programmed with malicious intention are just waiting hungrily to “snatch up” domain names allowed to expire, even for one minute, in the hope the domain’s owner may prove sufficiently desperate, reliant upon, or generally aggravated to force a purchase back of his/her own creation that is essentially blackmail.
The faceless, nameless BASTARDS! In one fell swoop, I learned that I’d lost this domain and that of two other blogs I’d created to explore the phenomena that are our vacation rental properties: the house next door we call “the Mission,” and “Lost Reef Cottage,” in our backyard. I will spare you the agonizing detail, for you have done me no wrong justifying such treatment. Long and short: this blog will now be found at http://growingintothemystery.net/, and the others at http://lostreefcottage.net/ and http://welcometothemission.net/
There, I feel better. Thanks for granting me my bitching time. Now, we move on.
IF you’ve not yet heard of scribd.com, you will. Its lofty vision is to open up to the masses free publication of (literally) whatever in a meaningful, vital forum, and the masses appear to be eagerly doing its share. The site has been referred to as “the YouTube of the Written Word,” a comparison (for better or worse) with some merit.
Just for the Hell of it, I figured I’d play with posting here a chapter from my novel happening online, Death is an Impostor (http://deathisanimpostor.com/ ) as it currently appears on scribd in a “virtual book” format. And not just any chapter, mind you–but one describing an encounter with a Lakota Sioux mystic, the adventures of the ever fabulous (longtime friend and sometime lover) Jeff Danese, and now even— for the first ten million visitors only– an unforgettable tune available for free download! That’s right, music! (I tried to include grocery coupons, as well, but had no luck selling the idea. )
Please do take a look, and if you are so inclined, tell me what you think. A couple of hints to help you more easily rise to the measure of this historic moment. First, (1) see where it says “scroll” in the bottom left corner? Click there and a dropdown menu will open. Try”Book.” Then, (2) choose the Fullscreen tab from up top, and no sooner than you can say “Gee Whiz, a Bona Fide Technological Miracle, Right Here on my Very Own Computer!!” you’ll be perusing a genuine virtual book. (Please pardon the oxymoron, but something in the very atmosphere of the cyber-realm tends to swing open wide the portal to every manner of madness, including abundant paradox.) Then just use the arrows at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages.
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I am not unmindful that I may be getting a bit “techno” on some of you. If you find yourself frozen in front of your computer screen. trying without success to even imagine being interested in the whole idea, you get a free pass, here.
I understand. All of this computer stuff I’ve had to learn, the small mountain of obnoxious detail involved “behind the scenes” in putting together (and then rebuilding) a simple blog, or five, has been gained in trade for countless hours of my life. These are my choices, I have reminded myself in the luxury of that small still moment in which I breathlessly pass the racing baton from my hands… into my own waiting hands, tensed and again ready to sprint. At times I think to myself “Paul, what are you? Nuts?!” I look behind, and no one’s chasing. Yet I am off and running, again.
All of that being said, I have always seen the computer and everything it entails strictly as a means to an end. It is that end–that hope for sharing the important or enjoyable in new, timely ways– that has a great deal to do with you.
You– whoever you might be, out there– are the reason I sit down to write, my steady incentive to give it my best shot. It is my hope that you are there— or may come– that leads me forward. That keeps me “digging,” and sometimes when least expected bestows upon me for a time wings to soar.
Had you stopped today to think that you might be someone’s inspiration? And not simply in an abstract sense? Even someone whose face you might never see, or who might see yours? Yet so it is.
Thank you for being there.