Welcome reader.
This blog is an indulgence, a semi-public banner proclaiming my devotion to wit, confusion, and contradiction.
I have previously blogged about Second Life at M is for Myg and Are We Not Men. Anyone who has read there will know to have low expectations of my blogging potential. This blog is likely to have a nearly flat trajectory, a good thing in ballistics, not great for an attention hog. Everything Hits at Once is a divestiture of any sense of responsibility to take into account anyone else’s ideas about what this is about when I post. Not that such self-censure happens much with me. It should also not suggest that my fellow bloggers who have generously offered me places to post have ever asked me to limit my expression, or even to conform to some idea or standard with which I did not agree. If there has been any restraint in my forays into the SL blogging discourse, it has been of my own design.
With those thoughts in mind, I don’t intend to limit much here, except to maintain some slight anonymity. Posts are likely to be as random as I can make them and topics subject to whim alone. I’m as likely to write about my impending fatherhood and my great loves—literature, music, and politics—as I am SL drama and culture.
Part of me will be humbled if anyone actually reads it, the other part will make much more of your support than it actually means. Welcome to my divided world.
To paraphrase and quote e. e. cummings:
What is to come is for you and for me and not for mostpeople.
—it’s no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than the squarerootofminusplusone. You and I are human beings;mostpeople are snobs.
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to mostpeople? Catastrophe unmitigated. Socialrevolution. The cultured aristocrat yanked out of his hyperexclusivity ultravoluptuous superpalazzo,and dumped into an incredibly vulgar detentioncamp swarming with every conceivable species of undesirable organism. Mostpeople fancy a guaranteed birthproof safetysuit of nondestructable selflessness. If most people were born twice they’d probably call it dying—
Those of us who are denizens of the metaverse know this better than most.
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