I’m posting my first lil’ write-up on the Braddocks. And I should beg
your pardon for not asking whether anyone cares if I turn this weblog toward
self-serving notes on some days (wait…nevermind…I do that every day).
Periodically, over the next few weeks, I hope to register a series of scrappy
notes like this. They’re not wonderfully critical or connected; they’re
not aimed at any research project. They’re rather more like the solid (squiggly?) paint-lines along the highway to Syracuse’s
CCR program in the fall. With that, I also confess to testing out Scribe–a
free note-organizing app. These few notes are shaping up in Scribe as a way to see how it works, whether it’s worth the price. Well, it will be.
The program works. How well, I just can’t be sure yet. One of the best
parts is how it fits conveniently on my 64MB jump drive and runs from there via
a USB port, making it easy to switch from home to work and back again.
I had to smile at myself more than once, chuckle, grin inside about my sense
of humor in this whole experiment. A lot of behind-the-blog antics.
A lot of tongue-in-cheek and silliness over the idea of taking myself seriously
here. It’s not official, but I prefer to play around at Earth Wide
Moth. For now, I’m resistant to poisoning my blog with
responsibility; responsibility is everywhere else.
Most of the way through Richard Braddock’s essay, I decided to mix it
up. Avoid a linear reading of the honorary essays. I pasted the
table of contents into Excel, inserted a random integer formula, and sorted by
the RAND() column. Spice it up, you know? Before long, I’ll create a list
of my plan over in the sidebar (along with the ‘About’ note I’ve been mentioning). And one more thing: I’m not applying a tidy, syntopical format to the essays, covering them only as Mo Adler would want me to. Just jotting loose notes, free-associating, reacquainting with the Braddocks I’ve read and getting to know the ones I haven’t. That pretty well covers the who, what and why.