A week of perplexity. A week of indolence. A (last?) week of winter. A week of introspection. A week of distraction. You name it. In other words, your bloguero has his moods (read: excuses) for a week of low productivity.
Sometimes it’s hard for your boguero to keep up. Like everyone else riding this blue planet round the nearest star, your bloguero has concerns about survival. His survival, the planet’s survival. He doesn’t write a lot when he’s got worries about the state of the planet and its inhabitants. And to confess, he is becoming slowly convinced that he’s silently and secretly being irradiated and mutated, as all of you are also, into a glowing, green, cridaria. One that doesn’t require any sea water. One that is a giant, amoeba like, creeping, green ectoplasm. In this progression, the end, and who knows how far away that might be, is looking like human silly putty. Your bloguero has trouble typing when he’s worried that his fingers are being radiated into spongy tendrils.
On the other hand, if we’re all really hurtling like crash test dummies into a future as glowing silly putty, this week’s blog output is the least of your bloguero’s concerns. Or yours.
On Thursday, in an effort to stave off life as Sponge Bob, your bloguero invited everyone to a Ceremony For Japan/Ceremonia Para Japon. If as Dr. Emoto argues, water is responsive to prayer, your bloguero was in no mood to ignore the possibility of an energetic transformation of the ocean. Alas, the news on Saturday suggests that this ceremony hasn’t prevented radiation from seeping into the Pacific Ocean. The next thing your bloguero anticipates is the appearance of a particularly angry Rodan.
And then there’s your bloguero’s slowly turning The Dream Antilles back to its original conception as a Lit Blog in The Market Of Dreams and the the Haiku that inspired it, which was in turn inspired by Eduardo Galeano. Your bloguero enjoyed these two pieces and considered them among his best. They weren’t cross-posted anywhere because, well, there really isn’t another place they fit. Your bloguero hopes you enjoy them.
Your bloguero notes that this Digest is a weekly feature of the Port Writers Alliance and is now posted early Saturday morning. Your bloguero will see you next week, planetary and his psycho-emotional condition permitting.