"The Web is not really a web after all. It is a list of lists."
This from the Times today and all too true: "Respondents comment less on objects of culture than on themselves, their taste and their memory. The narcissistic lure can be irresistible." I've been thinking about this. On some level the idea of having a blog rubs me the wrong way but I continue to do it. Hmmmm.
Speaking of the interweb, Blogger has been real shitty lately.
I checked out FilmAffinity. It's sort of interesting; nice to know that there are several Spaniards in the world who share my taste in movies.
Finally, for those dear friends who've expressed alarm at my "suicidal philosopher" sobriquet: you can relax. Occasional commentor Doggie suggested that I consider a change of reading habits. Hence the new description for the blog: Chicken Soup for the Suicidal Philosopher. I thought it was funny so I've been using it. I'm not particularly suicidal these days and I'm not truly a philosopher. Thank God on both accounts. But I do appreciate the concern...maybe that's why I have a blog. I promise that should there ever be cause for concern I will be calling on you.
