Blogging reminds me of conversations I never had. In everyday conversations I never get a chance to talk about things the people I’m talking to don’t want to talk about. Because, well, they don’t want to talk about it. Sometimes they will even say “I don’t want to talk about that” but most of the time they will just grow silent. And so, you never get to pursue that avenue of discourse. In most cases, I just forget about articulating the subject matter. I likely forget the subject itself, or submit it to internal dialogue. In either case it never gets expressed. Instead it is condemned to oblivion. Worse, it could become a corrupting influence in my internal dialogue if the assumptions upon which it is based are incorrect. That is the spirit in which this blog shall proceed in the new year. Yes, my search for data will continue, but the nexus of my activities shall be here. Here I talk about what people aren’t interested in. How ironic is that?
There. So now I am free to be as uninteresting as I want. I don’t know why such rituals as title changes are necessary; but they are. It’s the flow of thought that’s important. Certain things can become cataracts to the flow, if I don’t mark them in some way. I’ve found. You cannot begin anew unless you begin anew.
The same thing happens in the blogosphere. It fascinates me how discussions on a particular post will run its course and simply reach a mutually agreed upon ending where people simply decide to move on to other topics. What happens with me sometimes is that others lose interest before I do. I still have more to say on the subject but the lack of response indicates that no one else is interested. Since I don’t want to bore people in their own home I’ll instead bore whoever stumbles into this rabbit hole.
My discussion on one blog got me to thinking back to the time when I was a writer of fiction of sorts. In my youth I used to try to make comic books. I’m not sure if I ever finished any. But it wasn’t for lack of trying. It was that effort that brought me to the library. Creativity did require research, even in junior high school. One of the comic book characters I created was a black fighter pilot named Sam Morgan. At the time I created him I was into World War II aircraft. So I read a lot about them, made model planes and such. Read about the exploits of fighter pilots. Naturally when I decided to make a comic book about a fighter pilot I was going to make him someone I could identify with. Black like me. But in my readings, mostly about dogfights and WW II aircraft specifications, I had never heard of black fighter pilots. So off to the library where I discovered the Tuskegee airmen. And the background story for my black fighter pilot comic book hero.
Yes, indeed. I think I was the original “ghetto nerd”. I find it fascinating that I apparently had this interest in common with George Lucas.
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