Friday catbird blogging
A foggy, rainy morning. While I’m drinking my coffee, the black cat pads down the driveway and up into the woods, seemingly invisible to the catbird, who’s holding forth from the vicinity of the springhouse, or the wood thrush caroling at the woods’ edge. But a couple minutes later, a gray squirrel goes apeshit. Oddly enough, this squirrel’s whiny alarm call doesn’t sound too different from the mewing of a catbird – or a cat. So often, it seems, we come to resemble those we fear. Imitation is the sincerest form of opposition.
Checking the log of keyword searches each night, I am often amused, as I expected I’d be when I signed up for statcounter. My extreme verbosity, combined with my decision to archive by month, makes Via Negativa a real sink for Google searches of every description. What I didn’t expect is this feeling of frustration that I couldn’t have been there somehow, standing at some virtual doorway or sitting behind a desk marked INFORMATION, ready to welcome visitors and send them where they need to go. Must be the influence of my father, a retired reference librarian. We’re all about service, you know? In the comment string to a recent post about search strings, my friend Peter flattered me by stating, “I go to Via Negativa instead of Wikipedia. Who the hell cares if the precise question gets answered.” In response, I wondered whether I should give the blog a new slogan: “With misinformation like this, who needs to know the truth?” From simple ignorance, perhaps, one can progress to full-fledged unknowing.
I collect some of the more memorable search strings (together with the pages where they ended up) and ponder how I might have handled them in person…
camp songs about feathers
lead to campy dreams about angels, which may not be suitable for all audiences.
origin, land of enchantment
virgin is for lovers
I [heart] You, Nork
Propulsive verse. Skald ick. Skoal.
st lucy eyeballs the cake before digging in. I’d give my eyetooth to see what it tastes like.
striation kidney bowels
Mm, haruspicy! Don’t believe the tripe.
how do i make a egg salad?
Slowly and carefully, so as not to break the eggs.
swallow hash slime and turn back into a handsome toad.
is the african art humanistic or religious
is the american imagination stunted or over-stimulated
i am a bright steak of light in the sky. i am made when a small piece of space rock enters the earth
and after an hour or two of sky-watching, you are a pain in the neck.
hanging gardens daily life
The hangman likes his job O.K., but doesn’t care for the long commute.
criticisms of the via negativa will be promptly deleted.
has pennsylvania’s mountain laurel bloomed in 2005
not in this blog.
analysis of the african proverb: when it rains, the roof always drips the same way
drip drip drip drip drip
coon dick toothpick
You’ns is ignernt.
catbird and thrush walk into a bar…