secret_place raze over the past year or two, i've tried sharing it with people i thought might appreciate it, when that was something i promised myself i would never, ever do. i thought it might be a way of giving back to something that's given so much to me, by injecting a bit of new life, and maybe it would give something meaningful to the people i invited into it. i like blather being quiet and reflective and all, but sometimes i miss the crazy days of old when the band was hopping and sweat was flying all over the place from all the spastic dancing that was going on. i was careful with who i trusted. i made sure they were creative, sensitive, not given to blabbing about things after being asked not to blab. here's how it went: a few said, "this is interesting," but it wasn't interesting enough for them to explore much or stick around. a few actually wrote some things. and they were good things. then they lost interest almost as soon as they'd shown up, and they were gone. most never bothered to acknowledge the invitation, that's how uninterested they were in a place where you can't post a picture of a pickle that looks like a dick and get a hundred "likes" and six marriage proposals in the space of two hours. at least i can say i tried. and i know i'm not the only one who's tried to do this sort of thing at some point. it seemed to work a little better back in louder times, if it worked at all, though it's always seemed like no matter who you lead to the water, there's no way of knowing if they're going to want to swim. but maybe it worked out for the best. maybe i don't want people from out there being able to look over my shoulder in my last remaining secret place. so maybe it was a case of fate looking out for me, if fate is real and has something close enough to hands to let it hold binoculars. maybe some shared secrets are supposed to stay quiet things. and maybe there's a kind of place that can only be inhabited by those who have the map of its curves seared into them from living off the land. maybe this is one. chalk it up to a_worthwhile_failure, then. 150717 ... amy in red blue I lost a really, really good response to this. I was wondering how I suddenly became so metaphorical about blather. Probably too many metaphors... the production_capacity is low here because it isn't music or social media or anything you can refer to, it's just spewage. It could be other things, but nobody wants to dignify it with a category. It's more like a teddy bear because it will never be a real boy. Something along those lines. I was going to rename myself Beatrice or Bernice or Bernuce Elspeth Lily or Lully . I like the first two names but Lily or Lully is too much of a death-reference, still. I think whatever they call mountains or rivers in another language. But then, am i making it out like Hades? Hm. I know... beatrice elspeth amaretto. Right-o. that's me. I want to be a Beatrice E. Duranga. I even said this place was Tecumsah's Curse. It was an above average post. Oh, well. They were more like Merry Pranksters, not the artisans you were looking for. they think there is a bold, bright, new economy for that kind of thing... ... .. 150718 ... raze you just shook loose an old memory of dancing (well, sort of dancing) and shouting along to the pavement song "merry pranksters" in a bar more than ten years ago. 150718 what's it to you? who go blather from