blog about blogs
So I was just remembering a time, back in the day, when we all used to blog constantly. Back when I first got to Immokalee and had never heard of Myspace and all these people I now know and love were just concepts in my mind — badass folks and revolutionaries I never thought to have the good fortune to know much less to learn from — and we all got to know each other by updating our livejournals all the freaking time. I remember being the only one up at the house past 10 pm, checking all the doors at night like a watchdog, and then pouring over the events of my friend’s lives. It was a pretty good way to pass time in a place with nothing to do but work. But no one blogs anymore. I don’t even blog anymore. Maybe, I think I am just better now about picking up the phone and calling folk, also, I have more people that “get it” to talk to these days. The lack of that was the main impetus behind putting my innermost thoughts up on a computer screen for whoever chanced to find them.
I also had a deeply-held belief that writing about myself was ridiculously indulgent. I still do think this from time to time.
We were having this conversation about imagination the other day at work. One of my coworkers was saying that it must be great to have imagination. I still can’t believe anyone could actually lack imagination though. I mean, in this society? To not have that faculty? It would be horrible — there’s no other way to get through some of this shit without a rich fantasy life, at least of some sort. Like last week when they decided mountaintop removal would continue, for instance, after all the tears, I had to dream up the kind of resignation which comes naturally only to family pets crossing the country to California to find the owners who left them behind Maine; the kind of resignation that leaves your mind blank enough to separate from the trivial. Blank enough to be fascinated by the novelty of whatever you’re doing right then. It’s actually a pretty good state to be in — I think some of my friends are naturally in that state, all the time.
I started some cosmos flowers yesterday, and re-potted the growing spider plants. In the garden out back, all these onions have been growing underneath the eight inches of snow. Them things is resilient! I never thought to be inspired by an onion.
