How many of you read Maria Popova's blog "Brain Pickings"? This woman is one of my heroes. I receive her blog posts by email. Today I googled her out of curiosity: I wanted to see what she looks like. Up popped a gem of an interview from the New York Times Sunday Book Review on February 10, 2019. It included her philosophy of blogging, which I whole-heartedly endorse. I especially like the last sentence of this excerpt: I don’t see my website as a separate entity or any sort of media outlet — it is the record and reflection of my inner life, my discourse with ideas and questions through literature, my extended marginalia. It is a “blog” in the proper sense — a “web log,” part commonplace book and part ledger of a life. Nothing on it is composed for an audience. I write about what I read, and I read to process what I dwell in, mentally and emotionally. The wondrous thing about being human — the beauty and banality of it — is that we all tend to dwell in the same handful of elemental struggles, joys and sorrows, which is why a book one person writes may help another process her own life a century later, and why a “blog” by a solitary stranger may speak to many other solitary dwellers across time and space.
To be ourselves we must have ourselves — possess, if need be re-possess, our life-stories. We must “recollect” ourselves, recollect the inner drama, the narrative, of ourselves. A man needs such a narrative, a continuous inner narrative, to maintain his identity, his self. — Oliver Sacks
In one of her earlier blog posts, Sara suggested, I think, a compilation of curses. She gave as an example one or two from Shakespeare. Well, in recent years, there have been many times when I have wished I had a ready curse, or that I was quick enough on my feet to come up with one on the spot. It was never to be. But this morning, out of the blue, not bothered by anyone or anything, I came up with this. Wouldn’t you love to call someone a... blather-spewing spawn of a specious spent spasm.