... WON'T YOU TAKE ME TO ... COFFEETOWN
Oh, and this one is killing me. By the tone of that post, you'd think I was the only one willing or able to give a proper shot to writing something that all-encompassing.

I know it's pompous to even address this, but -- Piffle. First of all, that conversation we had was as fun and interesting for me as it seems to have been for her, if not more. I don't have conversations like that everyday, even among my ultra-hipster waycool buds here in Coffeetown, hell I barely talk like that to anyone except sometimes when typing and I get all caught up in the moment (like I did the first time I wrote that previous post down there, which got swallowed up by a little technological problem, again not that I'm angry about it).

To be frank, I see more unused writing talent in much of these here blog thingees than in the last couple of years of reading litterary quarterlies or most of the crap in the commercial glossy rags, even.

This ain't kissing bloggie ass or nothing neither, Paco. 90 percent of everything in the weblog world is unmitigated crap, as well, at least. But the quality, insight and variety of a lot of the logs I've been reading is the primary reason I haven't fallen back into something probably less spiritually fulfilling, like writing reviews for other zines or, you know, taking my chances in the clubs, looking in vain for a decent literate rock and roll band to save me from having to actually listen to the chorus of usual suspects in my own head. It's just nice to share a planet with people who can both think and feel. Often at the same time! You know.

My point is that the pleasure of conversing with Miz Diz last week was not only mutual, but made me feel better about a lot of other things that had nothing to do with weblogs or being part of a new cool clique or some other matter of online yadayada. And may that conversation, and many others, ever continue.