I dream of Bloggy

The other night I had my first dream about blogging (I also had a work dream wherein one of my clients from Relapse Prevention group--drugs and alcohol-- was at a party with me and told me he was going off to smoke dried boogers to get high. He said they were going to put some Scotch tape over the top of the pipe to get rid of that "academic" taste. I tried to tell him it wouldn't work, that I had known people who tried it, people who had also tried smoking toenails. My client insisted that those people just hadn't smoked enough boogers and that he intended to smoke those boogers until he was high, dammit!)Being about computers,it wasn't that exciting a dream. Actually, all I remember is going from blog to blog by clicking links and eventually coming back to the blog I had started from. I was overjoyed with the realization that all the blogs were connected by six degrees. This possibility thrills me in waking life as well. CF and I have had conversations about the internet being part of an emerging universal consciousness, and no matter your thoughts on that it does seem undeniable that something exciting is happening. Part of the intrigue for me is how quickly it's all started. Six months ago no one I knew had a blog. Then Dup, trailblazer that he is (see his purchase of an Mp3 player), got one, and within weeks I knew at least ten people with blogs. Crazy. Has any form of communication spread this quickly? Even email took longer, if I remember correctly. More importantly, has there ever been a more creative form of DIY mass communication? I personally know these two storytelling ... geniuses who have brought the serialized cliffhanger into the 21st century! And whoever said that freakin' slam poetry was the "savior of poetry" never dreamt of the blogosphere. Because if you hop around the links on poets' blogs enough, you'll experience my six degrees dream for real. And it's poetry that needs to stand the test of the page...well, the screen...the written word (not to degrade the slam scene--I had little actual contact with it--but it seemed to be more about performance than the quality of the words).

But now I'm afraid that this phenomenon is going to die as quickly as it started, and my first post's crack about Pet Rocks will prove true and bloggin' will be merely silly fad fodder for bad sitcoms in 2023. I hope not, but I'm noticing more and more time is lapsing between my friends' posts. Blade insists it's just the change of season--school, new jobs--and I hope she's right. Because like it or not we're living in cut-off times, and email and blogging can be vital ways to keep our social networks breathing. So, fellow blogger, take a moment now and post something...Just a little something...I'm checking out your blog ten times a day anyway...C'mon now...Throw a Pete a bone...