Las Vegas, 4/18/2012. Weather will finally hit the 80s today - it has been hotter at home in Vermont so far this week than here in Nevada. Groups and small talk. Tweet talks.
Had a long after-dinner discussion with someone whom I deeply respect in our little computer refurbishing community last night. I know something in the blog wasn't resonating with him, thought we'd have a drink and he'd give me some guidance. He's 11 years older than me, started out as a hippy scavenging from his job on a garbage truck, amazed by what people throw away.
While he said he could respect the long-bomb "Foreign Affairs" posts, that he simply didn't have time for them, and said more importantly that my denser posts, digressions, and obscure historical parallels were losing people he hoped would be my allies. He says that groups in the refurbishing community, in particular, could become a groundswell of support for the "geeks of color", the counter- obsolescence planning, and other crusades I'm engaging.
Sounds like a case for less is more.
Now, this blog began (if you go back to the first years posts) as a journal I was convinced that no one at all was reading. I was shocked by the first comment ever posted... "Not quite no one."
Well, my secret desire is that I'm going to have time one day to tear all 2000 pages (including a number of as-yet unpublished posts that I wasn't happy with) down into 249 pages that say something that hasn't been said in a way that more people would listen to. I don't happen to care whether that's during my lifetime. I'm acutely, or rather chronicaly aware I could die next year.
My evening mentor said that's fine, but he'd like to see me pay $14 per hour to some college student or professor just to edit each post as it comes out. After listening to him, it seems ironically more arrogant not to pursue the idea.
Had a long after-dinner discussion with someone whom I deeply respect in our little computer refurbishing community last night. I know something in the blog wasn't resonating with him, thought we'd have a drink and he'd give me some guidance. He's 11 years older than me, started out as a hippy scavenging from his job on a garbage truck, amazed by what people throw away.
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| Benjamin Franklin at work on a printing press. Repro of a Charles Mills painting |
Sounds like a case for less is more.
Now, this blog began (if you go back to the first years posts) as a journal I was convinced that no one at all was reading. I was shocked by the first comment ever posted... "Not quite no one."
Well, my secret desire is that I'm going to have time one day to tear all 2000 pages (including a number of as-yet unpublished posts that I wasn't happy with) down into 249 pages that say something that hasn't been said in a way that more people would listen to. I don't happen to care whether that's during my lifetime. I'm acutely, or rather chronicaly aware I could die next year.
My evening mentor said that's fine, but he'd like to see me pay $14 per hour to some college student or professor just to edit each post as it comes out. After listening to him, it seems ironically more arrogant not to pursue the idea.
