First I’m ‘s guest this week. As I consider Sar and Douto be the hostess and host of blogging, this is making me a bit nervous.
Hey, it’s not easy being a moral relativist, especially since I never heard of the term until blogging. People in New York assume that your knowledge base comes from many sources. Actually everybody I know had to look it up. I figured it out from context because I used to hate looking words up. Couldn’t spell.
Doug was the white knight who saved me from the radical right. It was amazing to watch Doug become a guru to a fifth of the blogging world
I knew Doug’s politics before most people and took much pleasure when they found out. True Conservatives and true Progressives, to used an out of vogue word, have much in common. Such as intellect.
I have to take issue with somethings Doug said. I think we taught each other. Me go on and on? Use phrases, me? I could go on, but I give you Doug.
Apparently fasting a day on Yom Kippur may not be enough for Pia to atone for all her crimes, real, alleged and â€œmake sures.â€ You can see the problem with moral relativism right away, canâ€™t you?
I know sheâ€™s worried about it because when I offered to write a piece to her specifications she said â€œMake fun of me.â€ Like my dogs, I hunt rabbits that surrender the same as the ones that run. Like a proper roast, I hope all of you will join me in abusing Pia in the comments below. No matter how deep your gratitude to Ms. Savage may be, how tender your affection or how robust your admiration, I just bet you can mock her for something. If youâ€™re reluctant just leave sentence fragments. Not going to.
I first met Pia through the magic of BlogExplosion. No matter how many times I clicked on the little number, the frame just stayed on this site. At that time, and the last time I checked, too, Courting Destiny was nine out of every eight BE sponsors. Finally I decided that this must be a very important blog, not yet appreciating the paradox. In that moment I became a BE pioneer myself by reading what was on the screen. I even scrolled.
The first of Piaâ€™s pieces I read was a long piece. You know what I mean, about her. Tangent to tangent like an epileptic mathematician, Pia described her diagnoses and her political positions and just what she thinks about men of a certain type, described someplace she once lived once and what was around the corner from, discussed how little she made as a social worker and how much they charge for a cab ride, how meaningless she found the stereotypes of Jews and why yo
can still call a cop if you get lost in Manhattan. I was tempted. I felt like I was following Tarzan shopping by vine for the perfect boutoniere. What amazed me then was that in the last sentence of the post a light came on and the whole journey suddenly made sense. I realized I had discovered a new literary voice, perfect for an electronic medium in that it neednâ€™t draw breath.
Hooked on Piaâ€™s writing and knowing exactly where I could find more, I was there for her debut in the arena of online politics. I quickly learned that those who blog politics as a hobby are much like those who run for office professionally except that they donâ€™t need nice clothes to be stupid in nor a camera to show their backsides. As best I recall the discourse, Pia speculated that a family murdered by Christians was as dead as if theyâ€™d been murdered by Muslims for which she was called liberal, non-linear and treacherous. Scurrilous charges but not meritless.
From that day to this one, Piaâ€™s taught me how to comment, to answer comments, why both are important unless you have allergies but not yet how forgoing grammar enables someone who can only type 40 words per minute to publish 2500 an hour. If you know a good publisher, the woman needs a book deal just to catch the overflow. If you donâ€™t know a publisher, maybe give her a link so she can finally beat technorati in numbers as well as letters. If you have no site to link from, then God bless you.
In conclusion, I wish Pia well this Yom Kippur although I suspect God would take an hour of silence before a day of hunger and thirst. But donâ€™t beat yourself up. Your blogging friends will take care of that.
SAVAGE, adj. Differently cultured.