20) I still feel a little queasy having allowed myself the banal luxury of a simple prosaic post (below). Took twenty minutes, but it’s ‘Not my style’. I realized a few days ago that I’m doing something with Xanga that no one else to my limited knowledge is doing: writing and publishing, nightly, tightly-worded
creative fictions ‘dumb-stuff.’ It’s only a test. I’m trying to determine what fraction of readers ‘get’ any of the jokes. I need this information to continue with my work here in the lab. A dozen or so readers are on my growing short-list, along with my undying gratitude. Thanks for being born…. ‘sharp’. This is not said to equate, say, fascination with RACECAR, in all its palindromic glory, with brute intelligence. (Although I do consider my coming up with “NOT WE NOT WE, NEGRO ‘G’, DIRT UP ANI’S EVIL BUT TANGY GNAT TUB, LIVES IN A PUTRID GORGE, NEW TO NEWTON.” to be my single greatest lifetime achievement.) Sounds better in the five-part harmony version I recorded, but nobody’s got headphones nowadays.
Anyway, I guess my site’s just an IQ test, even though I wasn’t aware of that for the first couple years.
People hit it at random sometimes. Most of ’em run away with their tongues hanging out. I wish they’d stayed longer. I’m really trying to make it worth the effort. -js-