After a bit of a feel-up in the stall seats of
Twitter, I have returned to the dress circle of blogger.com for the comfort and
fulfillment of tantric writing.
Similarly, I have made a tactical retreat from
cacophony and chaos of the Google+ street market, where all the colour and
movement proved to be a poor substitute for the peace and satisfaction of quiet
reflection.
Social networks are the refuge of those with a short
span of attention and those seeking instant gratification - brothels for the
intellect.
Indeed, my flirtation with Twitter felt like sex with a 2-dollar
prostitute (I should imagine): a time-limited brief encounter; ephemeral
gratification followed by remorse, frustration and a nasty little rash.
Pretty damn hard to contribute to the wisdom of the world in 140 characters (see Trump, D.)
Pretty damn hard to contribute to the wisdom of the world in 140 characters (see Trump, D.)
So here we are, dear reader, in the dress circle. The
bottoms that sit on my seats are perfumed and blemish-free. Thank you for
staying with me. Unlike the clientele of the
quickie-up-against-the-wall sites, you have made a deliberate decision to seek
out Clibrig's blog.
I thank you for it.
I shall endeavour to justify your interest.