So, yesterday’s post was my maiden foray into the blog-o-sphere. Good? Bad? I will push on regardless. It seems to me this blogging caper might be the sound of a tree falling in the forest, ie. if no-one reads it then have I actually even written it, etc, yada yada, and so on and so forth... I plan to write about whatever current obsessions and pre-occupations are fizzing about in my brain-o-sphere, for I am an expert on nothing.
An expert on nothing.
Notice I didn’t say ‘I’m not an expert on anything’. Ooh...subtle....
Subtle distinction, but HUGE nonetheless. Are we not all kinda experts on nothing: Twitter. Facebook. TV. Fiddling with our mobile phones. Housework. All of it a whole lotta nothing. And we know it. And we spend monumental slabs of time doing it. And we love it! For what else is there to do?
VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go?
ESTRAGON: Yes, lets go.
(They do not move.)
CURTAIN
End of Act two, Waiting For Godot by Samuel Beckett
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