Whenever I go to post

Whenever I go to post something I am told that Blogger offers audio blogging. Now, it is bad enough that I can rant pretty much unchecked and publish to the whole world without benefit of an editor, but does the world need me yakking into a tape recorder and having that broadcast? Back in the days when Hunter S. Thompson was a good writer, he spent more time editing than writing. He went through draft after draft after draft, just to hunt down the right word. His book Hell's Angels shows the kind of writer he was in his prime. Later he was pressured to meet deadlines and took to sending his recorded mutterings off to be transcribed. The result is, well, awful mutterings.

So, if Blogger wants me to yak into the dictophone and broadcast it to the world, what next? Some gadget that reads my thoughts? Even better. A gadget that reads my thoughts before I even have them.

"No, Erik. That is not what you were going to think."

I just cannot see the benefit of taking away even the small discipline of writing. What Blogger needs to offer are editors, preferably crusty old cigar-chompers with one eye in perma-squint and a deeply held belief that nothing is to be trusted. Ever. $149 for a year of 15 minutes of daily editing. Then I might consider upgrading.

Until then, I am off to the Central Valley and Beyond! I might blog later, but probably not. See you Monday for more of the same.