I've been THINKING...

YES, i KNOW =A DANGEROUS THING, THINKING....

I've considered all the angles, and angels, in my illustrious career as a 'writer' (quote unquote) and decided to restructure. This blog and all the other ones are not intended for the consumer, audience, wired in digirati, or anyone other than myself, really. I get chastised by others who seek to manage my career and admonish me on my many eccentricities, my olde English Poet self, the Bard, as it were. I love when I lose myself in my writing because that is the only reason I do it. Not for you!

How can I copy all these other news stories and writings that are copyrighted by AP, YAHOO, THE NEW YORK TIMES, and repost on my blogs, you ask? Simply, it called cut and paste. 

So then... my copyright or copyrite or ritual writing offends you, does it?

Ha!

yu see, in the era of texting, txtng, and global collisions of language, there's no point in trying to OWN* words once they hit the public airwaves or internet. 

That is censorship. 

and, Oprah owns "OWN"

I'm merely using the blogs as a repository for all this flood of information to reiterate upon later.

Newsworthy items do not escape my notice.

I'm the Editor of the Cosmic Eye....

keeping watch on all the waves that writing takes in its new reptilian forms.

It doesn't help that I read a few pages of Ulysses by James Joyce each night to fall asleep.

So, does it matter? That I steal anything and everything I can just so it comes into GREATER FOCUS?

The news is so daily, said someone, and I say,

time and attention, intention, and the Fairness Doctrine are all I seek. My Perish Publishing ventures, beginning in the 1970s with a stint reporting for a couple of newspapers and wire services, sent me haywired into the technological plague that unfolded: computerization, cell phones, remote controls, videotape, cable and satellite broadcasting. All this electronic hiss where I-people with their Ipad, Ipod, Ipoo 'mobility' erupted, and now we are walking around micro chipped with RF and barcodes tattooed on our wrists like the mark of the devil.  

There is no enlightenment in our 'age' -there is only the darkness  of another age unfolding within the next universe.  This is where Time stops and Space begins - 2012.

Cheers,

Nora