In an Essay of . . .

Originally Posted Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Just after I posted yesterday, one of the photographers whose blog I watch posted this (link).  Perhaps he is having no crisis of confidence, but the idea of maintaining a blog has died with him.  And many.  If you are not writing your blog for yourself or for money, I guess, you are best not to write one at all.  Kids find Facebook too tedious.  It is now the domain of the ancients who want to keep up with high school friends (gross).  It is easier to put something enigmatic together on Vine and to tweet a banal observation. 

Oh the inhumanity.  Remember the good old days? 

False memories. 

I can't remember the difference between having a computer and having the internet.  When did I first hear, "You've got mail!" 

I've noticed that my last two posts have women turned to the wall.  Unconscious symbolism here? 

"O.K. class, today we turn out attention to the figure, especially as it has been portrayed by the artist in his depictions of Lonesomeville.  In one hundred and fifty words or less, discuss the significance. . . .  Do not forget to display your familiarity with the critical writings of important post-structural critics.  You have twenty minutes." 

In his attempt to subvert the male gaze through an ironical juxtaposition. . . the artist actually reinforces. . . thusly unable to perform the theory. . . chiasma. . . erotic exploitation is unavoidable. . . such as Foucault . . . according to Kristeva. . . final determination, however. . . Derridean. . . . 

One must, I guess, possess a very good sense of humor.