1.11.2010
Buried Treasure
While perusing through the internals of this blog, a function granted to me as an administrator, I came across an old draft post that Hugel had written but never published, where he makes fun of my pronunciations of words. The best part: its from 2006! So Hugel, you are on notice: publish this piece or I will, as is.
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however hugel reacts to this request/threat, your readers demand the original post, in full.
What a threat. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to respond. Do you want me to say that I've just soiled myself for fear that you're publishing a DRAFT of something I wrote and never published?
Do your worst.
well hugel, youre supposed to respond like a civilized human being. but apparently that's a little too difficult for you. i was just trying to be courteous: instead of going ahead and publishing something that you were clearly unsatisfied with, i was going to allow you the chance to refine it into something you felt worthy putting out there. i mean, i'd hate to see you publish a poorly-executed, incoherent, hackish, near-random collection of words that amounts to nothing but senseless drivel. oh, wait...
so, in protest to your response, i'm not publishing it at all. who suffers from this? our loyal readers. who do they have to blame? you, of course. could anyone have predicted things breaking down like this from the very beginning? i would hope so.
p.s. happy birthday man!
I think we've graduated to the point where we need a writer. The way we entertained at Grandma the other night, can't accurately be conveyed in our written accounts.
I see it as the equivalent of liking your favorite band. You can buy each single as they come out, which are planned and performed in a controlled studio environment. But every once in a while, if you're lucky, you can go out and see the live show, which offers its own unique experience. But nobody can truly appreciate it unless they are actually there to witness it.
So obviously we need the functional equivalent of a live album. Only then, when it fails epically, will we get over ourselves.
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