Given the lackluster state of this page of late, many might have assumed that my blog had gone feral. In fact, it was only hibernating and has finally arisen, hungry and fierce, perhaps even rabid. That ain’t no cappucino froth, that’s pure First Amendment fervor foaming from the maw. As Orwell wrote in 1984, incidentally the year my voice broke, “Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four,” or, for that matter, a sexy evening if everyone is as “free” as they say they are.
Albeit, this is my second attempt at such a blog. The first was bogged down (or is that blogged down?) by my incessant need to pen long, brooding screeds rife with arcane references and serving only the highest orders of Self. Sort of like masturbating in a musuem — fun for awhile, but kind of lonely. Moreover, I’ve decided to archive my newspaper work separately from this space, an arduous task that I’ll be attempting over the next few weeks. The result should be a fine archive of Bay Area arts and entertainment journalism — a virtual coffee table book representing the breadth and depth of local artists. While the data is being migrated, the old site can be viewed at http://daedalushowell.com/dhblog
Meanwhile, I’ll concentrate on keeping a more traditional blog — which is to say one can expect quotidian observations of both the pithy and self-promoting variety. It will be better, faster, stronger and more regular — bionic and high in fiber — grinding an axe with one hand and burying the hatchet with the other — and all the while a middle finger raised and reaching for the button.
Tune in tomorrow…