How To Disappear Completely

Quotations Are for People Who Cannot Think for Themselves

--Sarah Funke

I do not think of myself as a woman who relies on quotation. I prefer to call it "word recycling."
So please realize that 80% of the material on this blog is recycled material (but 97% of all statistics are made up on the spot).

My sources?
Fully one quarter must surely come from The Importance of Being Ernest (either the play or the film).
Another quarter from Emma (either the book or the film).
Another quarter from Napoleon Dynamite, Charley's Aunt, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Mikado, An Ideal Husband, Zoolander, Princess Bride, and Gaudy Night.
The last quarter is my own material. I quote myself sometimes to persuade people that what I am saying has already been said and need not be said again.
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Redrover and I once talked about motivations for writing. I am sure that no one gets half so much pleasure out of my blog as myself. That sounds narcissic. But what we meant is that even if no one else reads, we still have fun writing. It is the primary motivation for why I write. Well, that and hyperlinks. You can't do hyperlinks in a journal.
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Listening to The Name of this Band Is Talking Heads, it slowly occurred to me that the skips I heard derived their source from the badly damaged library copy in my player and were not part of the song itself. I have been listening to far too much experimental music lately.
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Mount Everest is back on the map. Or rather, back from vacation. Jeremy, I hope this clears the mystery up.
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Someday, I will say something theological or philosophical on this blog again. The problem is that I always think of theological discussions in the midst of the pastor's sermon, but by the time I find myself by a computer again, I have forgotten.

Ah.....I will come back and say something more coherant later. That is the real reason why I haven't said anything philosophical or theological. I have been writing too fast this week. Nine hour days in the office: too tired to think, only enough energy to recycle words.