Counting lamb-das in the night
First, the elephant in the room, or rather, the mouse which has already scared away the elephant for good. This is my «censored to avoid personal embarrassment» attempt at blogging; it should go without saying that all previous attempts collapsed rather miserably.
Given my lack of prior success, one might ask what motivates me this time; that is, what driving force shall compel me, against all circumstances, to blog? The answer to this benign question is less so, for this time I shall blog because I do not want to do so.
You see, the word blog carries certain baggage. In our online, social-media experience community building multi-media lives (subsidized by advertising and loss of personal privacy), to “blog” is to write, but for the sake of creating utility; an outlet of personal thoughts directed towards an audience, much like a newspaper, whose sole purpose is to meet the needs of its readers. So no, this is not a blog. It is an “un-blog”, my golb, if you will.
Given that lengthy introduction, and my refusal to write to meet the needs of an audience, I will counteract blog traditional immemorial and not welcome you to my golb!
If I write not to entertain, nor to inform, nor to please, generate income (haha… I bet you saw that one coming), or improve my “social presence”, a curious reader may inquire about my true motivations. Clearly my motivations to golb are different than motivations to blog.
Instead, I consider my golb to be an outlet of personal thoughts, a river of (relatively) processed thought, fed by a constantly gurgling stream of weirdness, mathematics, and jokes about typography.
You see, this golb is a sort of mental release valve: a place to dump those thoughts that haunt the subconscious mind: those that wake me at night, hunt my conscious self in the twilight of morning, and befuddle any rational explanation. Yes, I have been woken in the night by strange, amalgamated ruminations, with stranger consequences. Yes, I did use two colons in the same sentence. Yes, I did notice this.
To answer a few questions:
Yes, I am a little strange. Yes, my writing is long (RTFT!). Yes, I will use, overuse, abuse, and outright sadistically torture the semi-colon, and the comma, in that order. Yes, this blog is written (mostly) by a real person. And yes. Whatever your question was, I am sure that, if I were to answer it, I would state an unfettered, unreserved yes.
Except if the answer is no.
Prepare to see my posts be edited at least once; I am an unforgivable perfectionist.
I believe that the world’s best ideas once seemed crazy. I believe that no good idea has ever gone without scorn or mockery.
Nobody mocked me when I said that I would start a blog. But, I think that someone must have giggled a bit when I told them that I wanted to start a golb.
This golb is a trail of thoughts, a record of ideas, and (most likely) a heap of (mental) functions, with only the loudest and noisiest floating to the top.
To heapify, I will slowly count lambdas in the the night.
