Summer is here and I have a long string of days ahead of me. After considering my slow embrace of this writing venue, I've discovered a trouble I'm having with blogging: it's instant, in the moment and I live in the context of history. That's not to say I dwell in the past, well maybe it is, but I like to mull things over for a year or decade before I decide what it means. How can one tell a story as it is happening? That's my question. When Marie Antoinette said "Let them eat cake," did she know her words would outlive her and etch her into the annals of history as a callous spoiled brat?
Probably not. First of all, she spoke french and second, she may never have said that in french or any other language. The phrase may have been attributed to her by someone who believed her capable of saying such a thing about peasants during a famine. My point is that it is something that evolved into a significant moment in history (it was her "You work three jobs? … Uniquely American, isn't it? I mean, that is fantastic that you're doing that." —said by former president George W. Bush to a divorced mother of three, Omaha, Nebraska, Feb. 4, 2005).
Stories need to simmer and blogging seems so raw. Still, I'm drawn to the idea of carrying on a conversation with the world. . .except that no one seems to be talking back.
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