Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Ten Years Gone
There is the most famous, Utopia. Greek for “No place,” made famous in English by Sir Thomas More, now generally used to refer to any place in the word’s homeland that was not given to the Jerrys for tupence in honor of the latest “bail-out” of the Fourth Reich’s bankers.
The above is borderline a violation of Godwin’s Law. Which I think of as a blogsphere coinage,though it probably goes back to some geeky fandom.
There is “Eutopia.” Good place. Poul Anderson isn’t so famous as Sir Thomas More—never had an English muffin named after him, I guess—but he used that as the title of a story published in 1967 that apparently was the first time genre readers discovered that homosexuals exist. Or something like that.
A Good Place. Not where everybody knows your name—well, at least not unless you think “Every Breath You Take” is a song about Romance—but where you can always find something to do, and generally something that is interesting.
The rule of a Successful Blog—unless you’re someone with a built-in audience, such as a private-school educated Liberal who writes about how society cannot afford to keep the common weal even relatively healthy and how everything would be just great if there were vouchers instead of public education—is, first and foremost, that you write something worth publishing every day. That’s generally in addition to your day job. Or jobs.
Speaking strictly for me, I’ve written over 20,000 words in the past week. Blogging on top of it? A rare occurrence.
And then there is Blogtopia: “Blog Place.” Sounds like a street name in Desperate Housewives or Weeds.
The coiner of that coinage runs this blog, and packs quite a kick. Skippy started this blog before either of the above referenced television shows came on the air; one is now gone, and it looks as if the other might be wrapping up.
Ten years ago, the ugly domed stadium my train just passed—the one that may well bankrupt the city of Harrison, New Jersey—didn’t exist. George W. Bush was still pretending he might not be determined to go to war for the second time, the first President in U.S. history to be so fiscally irresponsible as not to pay for the upfront cost—let alone the precious Human Capital associated with it—so that spending about $1,000,000 a year for each soldier would not burden the schools, the fire stations, the police stations, the roadways, or the power grid that soldier is supposed to be fighting to protect.
Ten years ago, the people who believe others shouldn’t have the right to vote were at least polite enough not to say so loudly and publicly to the New York Times.
Ten years ago, no one would have believed that the primary contender for the Republican Vice Presidential slot would be someone who would seriously propose that we need to cut medical benefits so we can give the rich another tax cut. (Far too many still do not.)
Ten years ago, I only had one daughter, my property taxes were half of what they are now (for the same house), and anyone who told you people would pay $80 or more a month for internet access (figure $30 for the home, $30 more for the mobile, $20 for the tethering—all plus taxes) would have been looked at as if they were insane. Now, people who don’t do it get looks of pity from their peers.
I wrote maybe a thousand words today that no one will read who does not have to. Blogtopia is the place where you write, and read, what you want to, not what you have to.
Skippy has made the world a better place, and I am happy to be a(n infrequent) contributor. I’ll try to do better.