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Monday, June 20, 2024

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  • David Weinberger fesses up

    by Frank Paynter on June 20, 2024

    In the latest Joho, David says,

    NO, I’M NOT KEEPING UP WITH YOUR BLOG.

    I would like to. I really would. I like it and I
    like you.

    But we’re now well past the point where we can keep
    up with all the blogs worth reading from the people
    worth keeping up with.

    Well said, David.  A few months ago on a mail list I posted regarding my intention to eschew immediacy on my blog.  This is what I was talking about.  There is so much to read, so many conversations alive, so many things in my own life competing for the bandwidth that I can’t keep up.  I’m happy to run into the good stuff a few days or a few weeks late.  I’m happy to credit another blogger for a link or an idea, no matter how that it may have scrolled off the bottom of her blog.  But as for keeping up — I can’t do it.  I’ll continue to swim in these waters but you’ve gotta know that I may not have read what you wrote this week.  Or last week either.

    So, as David said… send me an email or drop a comment if I simply must see it now.  Otherwise, we’ll keep on this way, seeing and being seen, reading and being read.  Blogging, clogging and the like…

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    Mike Golby Still Writes

    by Frank Paynter on June 20, 2024

    I drove into the city in a cloud of cigarette
    smoke and a cacophony of sound—a collection of the great blues men and
    women singing their upbeat solitude. "You gonna leave me, baby…I
    gotta find me someone else." Mine’s a low, chunky car and I drive it
    fast, especially on De Waal Drive. This morning, I drifted in like a
    train on the sweep of well-known rails, allowing the neon glow of
    electric mayhem, now washed by a pale-rinse, milk-white dawn to rise
    and fall with the rhythm of the day.

    The Man from ZA

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