I was meaning to publish this text as the 200th article on Trilema. I failed, it's the 203rd. The ideea it covers came to me sometime in February, there were about 80 articles up at that time and I said to myself, let's make this the 100th. By the time I remembered time had flown in the blink of an eye and the count had reached 140 or something. Let it be 200 then, but looky that I missed that one too. Confronted with the quite real possibility of it ending up published cca 2012, as article #7000 exactlyi, 203 seems quite acceptable. 1-2% tolerance isn't the end of the world.
So let me tell you about how it's like to be a blogger, from my point of view. Using this method I find that 202 Trilema articles mean 107`530 words, which would be roughly enough for two books, or a serious doctoral thesis. Had someone picked me up, December 31st, and said to me "Mr, by mid April I want you to have written well over a hundred thousand words, essay format, and make it interesting ye hear ?!" I'd have felt overwhelmed. Luckily I am a manager somewhat more subtle than that, so I whispered in my own ear a much more palatable "Eh, write whenever you get some idea or something."
And as it happens, ideas come, depending on how much chocolate you eat, at the rate of about one or two a day. At least to me it so happens. In fact, because that's how this blog started in the first place, these ideas'd come to me, and I'd smile to myself or tell of it to some friendii that happened to be around at the time. And that was that, afterwards oblivion. Poor ideas. "Wouldn't it be better to write them down somewhere ?" I said to myself. "Let's try".
Trying I discovered that blogging is a muscle. The more you write, the better you write, and easier. The more you write, the more ideas you get. The more you write, the more the ideas you get are adequate to being written about. After enough practice, you can feel a qualitative jump. If you've ever trained for a marathon, you have perhaps run into that moment when you feel you could run forever, to the end of the Earth. If you swim, you perhaps felt at some point you could keep swimming endlessly, to Hawaii. Generally it follows right after the miserable quarter hour when every muscle, musclelet, bone, boneletiii and tendon screams and wails its impending death.
In the past two weeks I produced 54 (fifty four!) articles. I spend hours simply trying to manage an explosion of ideas, taking notes while taking notes, writing 2-3 articles at the same time, I came out of the shower three times to scribble whole paragraphs' worth of notes. I spent an hour once in a coffee shop, with a cup of coffee and a newspaper, hour during which I called my secretary four times to dictate article skeletons.
I have come to sincerely believe that blogging is a very useful method of training man's mind. The only problem being that intellectual tone, much like muscular tone, is addictive. Blogging, much like running, much like swimming, make you want to write, to run, to swim instead of sitting in front of the tv, or with a beer.———
- I was throwing numbers around, but time has this beautiful property of rendering future looking statements easily verifiable in the past. Currently Trilema carries 6307 published articles, so I was a little off. [↩]
- Strictly feminine. Romanian unlike English is a language, so therefore it distinguishes gender, and always has, for the past two-three millenia. As a result the convention developed that using the feminine in a general statement implies the members are strictly feminine, whereas using the masculine implies nothing about the gender mix, they could be all male but not necessarily. Convenient, huh. [↩]
- English really has to do something about the diminutives. A language where you can't make at least two kinds of diminutives out of any noun is fucking broken by design. [↩]