It may surprise you to hear this, but not every story I tell you on this web site is always true. Not all square with the facts, you might say. I elaborate and fabricate for your enjoyment. One thing I can tell you with all sincerity, however, is that I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter. I remember well the well where we drew water.
Okay, that's not exactly true either, but I've changed my mind about the topic of this post. It was going to be about honesty in blogging and the difference between story-telling and lying. Now it's going to be about the use of steroids in professional typesetting. I think it's a travesty, but I can understand the pressure to compete. It's a complicated industry with all of its rules and you have to follow the law of the letter.
Let's cut to the chase, however, and change the subject. The people who wrote the iTunes visualizer program should get Nobel prizes or something. I could just sit and stare at this thing for hours. Every tenth frame is so beautiful that it could hang in a gallery somewhere. It's the best application of math to art and entertainment since School House Rock.
Do you really have to be cruel to be kind in the right measure? I've been thinking a lot about that, and I'm not convinced. I think you can, and in fact should, be kind without being cruel. Mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child in my heart rise above? Could you spare a fleetwood, Mac? Every time Stevie Nicks uses her deep vibrato, this green, swirling circle vibrates like a seismograph. I know exactly how it feels, flowing out from the center, dissolving into nothing.
I'm skipping over Elton John's Sad Songs. I don't know. It just never really said that much to me.
Here's the thing, really. If white lines and blue lines and red lines can all blend together, dancing with joy, in spite of the pulsing fractal patterns that make up the background of their lives, why can't we all just get along? Let the spirograph spin us all into a wonderful tapestry of love and music.
Later. Love.
P.S. - I posted a strange little story on my cogito writing site. It's called Service With a Smile. Check it out, if you'd like. Thanks for stopping by.
