Last night I dreamed about my blog. Most of the topics in the column on the right had devolved into flashing red warnings, the kind you see when some catastrophic event has occurred deep within your computer's operating system. The text of every post had turned a pale blue; it was all one big link, but the link led back to itself. As I sat staring at my ruined blog, an unseen woman with a harsh voice—somewhere behind me in the room—made disparaging remarks. Only a lunatic, she said, would pump so many words into the blogosphere without a good reason.
When I awoke, I was afraid she was right.
"Without a good reason." Three cheers for things done with no good reason, solely for their own sake, for the sheer beauty!
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