Creek Running North

Say what you want, I think anon is quite right.

After all, we can’t let identity politics divide us. We’ve got to throw our weight behind the opposition party in American politics. You know, the ones who oppose the war and are working for its end, the ones who oppose the abolition of the economic safety net, the ones who oppose the regressive tax structure being pushed on Americans, the ones fighting to hold the administration accountable for its failures in Louisiana following Hurricanes Katrina and Rita.

That opposition party: the one which only exists in anon’s imagination.

Chris, I just checked my mail and have sent a reply.

Just to clarify, at the risk of buggering it up again (which, trust me, is likely given my track record...) I was referring, in my first paragraph, to bloggers who constantly participate in flame wars.  These would be people other than Chris. (I thought this would be obvious). These might be people Chris reads (and defends, out of the goodness of his heart, against trolls and other shitheads).  These would be people who seem unable to let shit go. 

If I’d meant to express criticism of Chris I would have been direct and said “you” and I would have communicated my thoughts differently (respectfully) and privately.

If I thought Chris was a flamer I wouldn’t read his blog much less comment in it.

I thought I felt something.  Theriomorph, I loved your Shalom post.

What Charles said.

I printed it out and read it to Becky last night. When I read her things she usually has one of three reactions:
1) she immediately picks it apart
2) she immediately says “that was great!”
3) She falls asleep halfway through. (Usually it’s one of my blog posts that does this.)

Last night she was quiet for a long, long time. And then started crying, her bottled-up grief for Zeke freed.

Left you a comment under the post, Theriomorph, but wanted to say here that it was beautiful. What a wonderful gift you gave him.

My deepest sympathies for your loss…

keep patting yourself on the back, Chris. You and the Chris Clarke Cult. Why don’t you try writing even JUST ONE THNG that doesn’t trash your so-called allies.

Keep writing about your dead dog. the grwnups have work to do.

He turned into the finest, most beautiful, noble, loving, gentle being I have ever met on two legs or four.

Your beautiful, noble, and gentle love turned him, Theriomorph; gave him the best friendship any human being can offer another.  At the risk of sounding cheesily sentimental, can I just say how grateful and thankful I am that you exist?

That photo at the end...the only thing that could make it better would be making it bigger, like 600 X 800.

So glad that Chris hasn’t quit for good.
Theriomorph - awesome read, heart breaking stuff. Thank you.

{{{{Shalom/Therio}}}}

See, here’s one of* the best things about reading CRN: It leads me to so many other interesting places, T’morph’s beautiful tribute being my newest favorite.

*There are many other ‘best’ things—I could make a list, but why don’t you-uns do it? Pick one.

Damn. Another blog that looks so good I’ll have to read it regularly.

There’s a new little meme running around the internets and you’ve been tagged with it.
http://ironicusmaximus.blogspot.com/
We’d be interested to read your response, but you have to understand, we don’t get out much.

Thermomorph = better than Chris Clarke. Not a very high bar.

anon—there are lots of good hobbies out there.  music.  pick-up sports.  hiking.  horticulture.  painting.  writing.  working on cars.  beading.  skateboarding.  crochet.  restoring antiques.  tutoring.  photography.  any of them would be more satisfying.  and dude, you won’t get grounded if you don’t read this blog.

Theriomorph, very lovely stuff you have written.

Anon, honey, time to move on.

At this point, your complaints of anything anyone else does being tiresome or subpar just make you look more ridiculous.

Not to mention complaints about obsessing over a topic.

You’re boring the hell out of me and I’d like to know why you seem to have nothing more to do than read a blog about someone you apparently despise and post childish rants.

The solution is simple - go away.

Nobody but you makes you keep coming back here - just your nasty infantile side running amok and the world would be a better place if you reined it in and did something productive.

An Ode to CRN

I loved that too!

Chris: Glad to see you’re not gone for good, and I look forward to your return.

Theriomorph: Just beautiful.

Do enjoy your vacation-- I’ve been hiding from rampant vexation in my own corner of the blogoverse (Knitters have flame wars. who knew?), and I can surely attest that a step away to enjoy other things makes all the difference in the world.

The blog world is not a place I want to be right now.

The correct term is blogosphere.  You suck at the internets.

Embarrassed clarification, after three days: Whoa! I didn’t mean to imply I was ending it all. I said “right now� meaning “for a while.� Not “never again.� Maybe less than a month, maybe more, dunno.

The “after three days” bit kind of made you sound like a reluctant, postmodern Jesus in this paragraph.

Hope you’re well, man.

You suck at the internets.

I do! Over and over! And yet I haven’t gotten drop one of milk out of the damned things.

Chris, perhaps the chance to Take Your Blog to the Course (and help me promote the LPGA) will be an interesting enough challenge to write something tangentially related to the U.S. Women’s Open next week that you would enjoy doing enough to take a break from your bloggy vacation?

anon seems gone, but I missed him till now, so I wanna play.

Shorter distilled anon:

Listen, fucko, those of us at dKos and all us Democratic consultants aren’t cutting you those huge blogging checks so that you can write about things you want to write about! What are you, some kind of political-rhetoric-draft dodger?

Really, I just don’t understand you identity types; I mean, just because some big group that says you’re in its tent tells everything you believe in and work for to go fuck itself, doesn’t mean that you don’t owe it your undying allegiance. Now shape up, or get off my damn internets!

You could at least have left us with a bunny picture.

(It’s not too late to insert one.)

It never fails to amaze me how much time people have on their hands for spreading negativity. We have a local version of “anon” on our newspaper’s story chat. Someone who left our fair town which HAS seen better times. However, this person seems compelled to constantly spew out ugly comments about whatever topic happens to be printed in the daily news, much like anon who does not get how distressing his or her comments really are.

Personally, I have loved your CRN blog. Of course, Zeke drew me in. Being a lifelong dog lover, I can understand what you are dealing with in your loss of him. I’m happy that you are allowing yourself a break.
Your plant knowledge amazes me. Great photos, makes me miss my oh so short time in Northern California. When you feel ready to join the blog world or sphere again, I will be looking forward to reading more!! You say tomAto, I say Tomahto, let’s call the whole thing off.....life is to be savored, hopefully with a little olive oil and basil, perchance.....Have a great summer.

A nice Bay Area place to escape to (and that you may well be aware of), but which may be one of the most obscure National “parks”, is the Eugene O’Neill Historic Site which abuts Las Trampas Park.  I had no idea that he had even spent time in California - I only discovered it recently because a friend happens to live nearby.

A good place for a respite from the Long Day’s Journey Into Night of teh Internets and popular culture.

Sitting as i am in the comfort and wonder of the University of Arizona library computer center, i decided to check into CRN. Damn, missed another round of CC doing what he does best. 

I logged on because i was out walking in the hot morning radiance along the boundary of Tucson and the Sonoran desert today.  And there was this section of trail, lined with an amazing collection of foilage (must be a spring near) through, under, over, around, which were no less than half a dozen species of very active and happy birds.  They even tolerated a visit by this two-legged and a pair of very young crows; so happy and thrilled they were to be living in such luxuriance.  Maybe it was the cicada bubble that seems to have hit this region--damn loud critters, as well as big and sort of ugly.  Or perhaps it was just my thinking that same refrain (what would CC be thinking to write about???).  Nevertheless, here i was, thinking thoughts of days gone by it seems.  Oh well