Okay here is the Blog Story. It’s not working out! I’m not a famous Bloggist yet, and I have published eight Blogges in the past month! The reason I decided to write a blog in the first place was, I got a kick out of the idea of presenting my opinions to a potential international audience of millions, while bypassing the publishing establishment without being an established writer.
I actually didn’t want to bypass the publishing establishment, but at sixty-six years of age I know a good defense is to take the offense. If you want to know the truth, I knew that best-defense- is a good offence thing, by the time I had my third birthday.
However, the fact remains I had good cause to believe, a huge number of those established publishing outlets had it laminated in their minds to bypass me. What chance does anyone have of being published by a major magazine or publisher?
Still one thing about us Post Modernist Modernists, we are dreamers. After all everyone who has been published, was published, because they had a dream, which was, they could be published. That’s profound, huh! Don’t worry I get more profound after I warm-up. Hang-in-there!
Still I figured why give myself a headache or drive myself meshuga by trying to go through the front door— instead, as usual—I have adopted a back door approach, with a few little front door forays like sending my blogges to Atlantic Monthly, the Village Voice, New York Time Op Ed editor, and Expatica.com a Dutch expatriots daily electronic newspaper. I'm still waiting to hear from them. Therefore, I am now Bernard the unsuccessful author of HodegepodgeBlog—unsuccessful up to now. However, now I can say I write a weekly column.
So, like I said it’s not working out or perhaps it is just slow sailing. If that’s the case its pretty slow sailing—I’m only getting about three hits a day on my site. That’s twenty one people a week, or 84 readers a month—out of an audience of millions from all over the world and on the space station. Darn, if it doesn’t take me longer to write my columns than it took the total number of my readers to read them—or something like that—you got the point!
At least One third of those 84 hits, this site has received, must have been from spiders gobbling up words, phrases, and all the sites content, for browsers to store in their databases—so if I use the word rape in one of my bloges, anyone doing research on rape will be put in contact with that blog although it may have nothing to do with rape. I never realized it until I just wrote it, but that is the epitome of postmodern!
Anyway, I’d bet, at least one half of the remaining two third hits, HodgepodgeBlog has received, were made by friends and relatives that I bludgeoned with Wisser Spam to click on my blog site.
You can believe it! My experience with this blog—so far—is a far trek from my fantasies about it before I embarked upon this endeavor.
But before I elaborate on that, maybe I should define what a post modern modernist is. I guess it is a person around Fifty years old and +. You will find more of them amongst the post hippies and post academics. Whatever their background is, they are now living in the postmodern period of the modern times which peeked somewhere in the middle of the century just past.
Modernist are likely to have an underlying belief that there is a reason for being born, as well as their feeling like their lives are missions of some sort. They have a strong belief in unification, an aversion to division, yet simultaneously have a strong sense of individual freedom, are experimentally inclined, and highly value their privacy. Many modernists believe in the interconnectedness of every thing and every person, that every action and thought, every event, affects everything else in the universe. That your mind, your way of being, and your behavior affect everything in the universe, that everything is co-dependent on everything else and is interpenetrating.
Most pure post-modernist in our mitts have probably already clicked there way out of this blog since I’m obviously reaching to make sense out something. However, if you're still here, and you are a post modernist, it's probably because of the fragmented style of this blog, and your post modernist love of collage and pastiche.
Actually I’m not reaching for anything I am a postmodern, modernist, postmodernist. Figure that one out. I think I’m just experiencing a mild case of future shock. Maybe my mild case comes from realizing there soon will be more of them than us. By them I mean the Post Modern generation; for, whether you know it or not, whether you are postmod, mod, or some hybrid, whether you like it or not, you are living in the Post Modernist stage of western civilization.
So how do I define post modernism? I can only answer that from a modernist standpoint. A post modernist wouldn’t waste their time attempting it. They would suspect that I’m one of those anachronistic beings who believes in absolute truth or a transcendental reality: a being who tries to understand the world through that type of intuition or perception, and tries to harmonize his action with principals of that sort. For the post modernist absolute truth or transcendental reality are hypotheses to be wary and suspicious about. Content is almost passé, forms an actions are what count. Not that they (our post-modernists) think about these issues but it can be inferred from the way they act. Therefore, the fragmentation that resulted from Abstraction and experimentation has become a functionally autonomous part of our landscape while the reason behind abstraction the search for the vitalizing ground and transcendental principals underlying form content and their relationships to each other has been lost or demeaned.
Playing with form and content bereft of those unifying ideas, and avoiding meaning, limits the creator to camp, and kitsch, and whimsical expressions.
Thus we come up with Memphis, Rushdie, and Haring, all very enjoyable, but hardly transcendental in any way—or is my idea of transcendental too limited; Perhaps the concept of transcends signifies only a fiction. This last sentence sprung out of the modernist part of my mind or cognitive center. My Post Modern side wouldn’t bother with such antiquated anxieties. Although, it derives a certain type of joy from witnessing the fragmentations of my mind and the fragmentation of this sentence. They are much more like television to my post modern minds eye and in its view that’s a lot more like reality. Gee whiz, our whole day, every day is broken up into innumerable segments and commercial breaks. Continuity itself may even be a fiction.
You must forgive me! That is the modernist part of my mind playing with those ideas about my post modernist mind. You may have noticed my postmodernist mind hasn’t tried to define anything about my modernist part of mind. Now, I am going to give it its opportunity to comment on its modernist Siamese twin. Come in Postmodernist Self.
“This is the fragment you call Post Modern self with my comment. ‘Weird like a belly button.’”
That’s all you have to say is ‘Weird like a belly button?’
“So it isn’t weird like a belly button? Okay, how about weird like a belly button with a virtual video cam and programmable shoe shiner connected to it.”
Do you think I am being satirical? How about toothbrushes with anywhere from 2 to 3 different color bristles of different heights and shapes inserted into the handle? How about running shoes that look like an old fashion idealized Rocket ship? How about 4th Generation Mobile Phones with virtual butlers, washing machines, anthrax and bomb detectors connected to them with an appendage for bankruptcy declarations.
What about someone walking down the street having an expressive conversation at full volume (with gestures and all) on his mobile phone; or how about two of those people passing each other on the street? Alternatively, how about a woman taking a much-needed walk with her dog in the park, gabbing away the whole time over her mobile phone, while her Poodle gets devoured by a German Shepard? Or, the couple out for a romantic dinner sitting at the linen covered table, while one or both parties are carrying on continue conversations with their friends, relatives, business associates or clients all during dinner. Seeing another two lovers at tea tel-rapping at the same time with others is both funnier, and even more posh post modern.
Since this article is being written in the post-modern period of our western civilization, I won’t draw any conclusions for you or even hint at any except to ask is it true that before you can become an industrial designer nowadays, you have to serve a four year stint, either at Walt Disney Studios or Dreamworks?
Oh, I am such a postmodernist modernist, and therefore so self-consciously fragmented that I almost forgot I started this blog or column by saying the whole blog idea came about when I learned there was a way of bypassing the publishing establishment and reaching an international audience of millions that so far hasn’t materialized. So here I am the writer of a blog which has become like a mirror in which I can view my disassociated mind, disassociated by the split between my Post Modernism and Modernism enculturation. I have a counter on the blog site, the counter also shows me just how the person looking at my site clicked on it—whether it was by a query on a search engine and what the query was, or by hyperlink from my website or e-mail letters. I also included an e-mail hyperlink on the site. I have received only one e-mail message, after five weeks of publishing the blogges.
The point is, it is the archaic modernist in me who wants to transmit knowledge and ideas; who fantasized that word of mouth would garner me a huge audience of loyal readers, is dismayed by the lack of interest in my blog site so far; while the Postmodernist in me is enthralled by the anonymity of the web, with the idea of networking, and having people surf into HodgepodgeBlog who have been directed to the wrong place: Transmissions/Shmantsmissions, being clicked is fine enough—It’s play and entertainment time folks!
Hodgepodges of any sort are always a thrill for my post modernist side . Lots of fragments making up a crazy quilt Blog…is the way of the Hubble Universe. So maybe I will get rid of the counter and the email on the site, but I sure am not going to write more than one blog a week for just a few clicks, and no feedback. However, it just occurred to me if I got rid of the feedback outlets on my site I could actually have an virtual audience of millions of loyal readers….
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