this snippet was the best thing i’ve seen in a while to file under the ‘why we blog’ category, whether it be diaristic or journalistic or ficticious, from a very good longer piece on why god why discussing why more published writers don’t have web presence (yo, klosterman, i’m looking at you):

And then, in the very long term, we can try to get rid of this bullshit idea that success in writing means you’ve sold a million books. Break down the wall and show that writing stories is just a simple act performed by humans. It’s not some magical ability possessed by a select chosen few who deserve millions of dollars for doing it. Everyone can tell stories, and everyone should. People who have websites get that, and so do the people who read them.

and in that spirit, i blog on. caught a movie screening last night of a rough version of a movie written, directed, shot, acted, and pretty much everything else by a few of my friends which i was also told not to talk about. instead let me just say how cool it is to have friends with the drive and creativity to even do that kind of thing. if someone told me to ‘go make a feature film, right now’, i’m pretty sure i’d laugh, then make a flailing attempt, and fail to do something that was funny to anyone other than me. or maybe not… [begins screenplay: scene opens on a wide open road in the desert…]

oh and am i ever looking forward to my three day, which turned recently into a four day with the urging of my boss, weekend. we’re talking beach, camping, and possibly some frolicking of some kind? definitely some beer. wouldn’t mind catching a movie, possibly starring steve carrell. and all the while continuing to rock out to this decemberists cd which is both unbelievable and the new album to beat for best of 2005. i’m calling it right now, good luck music industry at large (and sorry kanye — don’t worry, you’ll still probably make top 10 despite what james says). i’m also calling the next song they should make a video out of after the sweet rushmore-esque ’16 military wives’, and it really ought to be we both go down together, the labor day pay day song.