I just goggled the word ‘wollyburble’ and found no hits. Therefore, I’m going to claim it as my own word. It will be interesting to see how long that lasts.
Yesterday I challenged some of my friends to provide topics for blog entries, since I was running short of ideas and since I hate the idea of painting myself into a thematic corner by having a biographic or topic-oriented blog (because this is the usual recipe for success in blogging, and I would hate to appear to be pandering my audience, assuming I ever have one). They delivered, and I will begin working on them presently.
Some of the topics I don’t really understand, but that’s part of the charm. In some cases, my essays may tangentially touch on the suggested topics, like the ramblings of a sophomore struggling to fill a blue book with bullshit about sociology in several chapters of a book that he hasn’t actually read, because he elected to spend the previous evening chatting up a charming red-head at a local watering hole instead of skimming quickly over the syllabus. Although it is arguable that his sociology education was indeed furthered more effectively by his election to perform research in the field rather than the library, the full lesson will not dawn upon him until he learns that the charming red-head is the ex-girlfriend of his grader. Such are the inflection points in our lives.
See what I mean?
If you wish to suggest new topics, please add them as a comment.
