This week’s major headlines included Nancy Pelosi in Syria meeting Syrian President Bashar Assad, British soldiers’ capture in supposed Iranian waters then released days later (and greeted by Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmedinejab!), and continued coverage of the oddly intriguing federal prosecutor firings and Attorney General Alberto Gonzales ever-changing role in them. Major League Baseball got underway, and New York Governor Elliot Spitzer’s a little less popular than he was just a few weeks ago. Oh yeah, and some FBI agent got killed.
Alanis Morissette put out a video excoriating (or maybe complimenting, in a funny way) the Black Eyed Peas’ My Humps, and a local blogger got away with using the phrase fuckity fuck in a funny way. Some guy named Michael Pelligrino killed himself at the Seneca Niagara Casino, and Buffalo’s population is still falling.
Related to all of this is my love for sex. After so many years of marriage I still see my wife as sexually appealing as she was when we first became intimately involved. The shape of her breasts and the curve of her waist are still a turn-on, and the warmth I get when we are wrapped in each others’ arms has never gone away. When I think of my wife I do not do so in a pornographic way, because even when I see her naked I am endeared to her as a person and not as a sex object.
Okay, so today’s stream of consciousness is all related how?
It’s for the blog hit experiment. Unlike my other essays, this one is solely meant to mimic the blog-whores who pepper their writing with salty terms on a regular basis. Do blog hits really go up that dramatically? Maybe, but my bet is that as soon as the reader discovers that there are no photographs of naked women they leave the site, so a typical hit will last all of 3 to 5 seconds. Popular events and sex talk perhaps increase the speed of meme and the likelihood of getting a hit, but not the duration of the stay.
In my book it’s the quality, not the quantity that’s important; hence my writing attempts to be thoughtful, not sensational.
If you don’t read to the end, then you won’t get that point.