We only have two other "blogs" linkable over in our sidebar--sorry, bloggers, but we look at a lot of blogs--most of them look "sponsored" by somebody or some fling and, too, most of them look like they are created out of boredom by boring people. Blogging has now become a corporate thang, too, and you never know whether the blog you're visiting is trying to sell you Coca Cola or maybe Dr. Limp Ding-a-Ling's miracle sexually restoring roots mixtures at 85 bucks a pop or some spammer using a blog to redirect your search to a corporate blog or his/her own home furniture waxing and small boatbuilding Website; or maybe it's just some soccer mom in Boston who suddenly discovers she's a fabulous photographer or outsider artist when actually she works for Kodak and was given the blog as her "creative" assignment--"How lucky was I to find Kodak 12X80S fast-freezing-frame-duo-spectro-photo-optilzoomic film makes my lousiest shots (such as little Mischievous playing in the alley behind my old world abode) look as though they belong hanging in the Kodak Museum up in Rochester, New York, visiting hours are 9 to 7 everyday except Sunday."
Of the two blogs offered as our sidebar connection to the outside world: www.languagehat.com--well, we've known of l hat for too many years, some of us like have known him personally, some of us having at one time been his boss--actually one of us saved him from a wretched life working in the subdued-lit and bookish-rat-infested basement of a large bookselling chain that is no longer in existence, though its founding family is still filthy rich--Praise the Lard! [We got a comment one time months ago informing us that we were misspelling "the Lord's name" and that our views were asinine and surely we were be-bopping straight down to Holy Hell on the next busload of Bozos--"Let's all honk our beezers!"--Ah wilderness!]
The next blog we offer as one of our only two favorites is wood s lot. The s lot. And my God, this blog is so full of love of life and what those of us who become "the eyes of reality" have contributed over the years, in photography especially, but also in poetry (we never knew there was so much poetry out there swimming in the shunted backwaters of the creative world but wood s lot manages to find it--out there SOMEWHERE, that elusive place we all are looking forward to), in literature, in art, and in politics.
We've beat around the bush long enough, what we're tryin' to spiel is that wood s lot is celebrating its seventh year of existence and in those seven years (we're itching already), this Canadian gentleman (yep, he's a Canadian-eh) has chocked this bearing-fruit-tree-of-knowledge blog plumb full of the best examples of human creativeness and inventiveness--from both the "dark" and the "light" sides of so multireflective and deceiving a world that offers little real hope for survival except in the imaginations of its artists (artists without hope usually kill themselves), those fabulous phenoms trying to tell the truth about life, as far as their knowledge and fanstasy can illuminate it, a look of love at this interesting, unique, wonderful, one-short-window-on-this-thing-called-life world in which we've all found ourselves living ("You call this living") and one day dying (resting in peace)--we live so fast--we live such ferociously bumpy and feverish lives, a stop off in the wood s lot is refreshing and filled with much solace and transcendence (very American) and it should trigger in our minds how ultramesmerizing the BEAUTY of this world can really be when seen through the wide eyes (the zooming in-and-out of) of creative geniuses.
So seven cheers for seven years of wood s lot. So here he is, folks; let's give him a ham.
Hi there ... cést moi quietly celebrating seven years of the "s lot"
Thank you all for dropping by. And special thanks to the many regular visitors and fellow bloggers for your warm support and encouragement over the years.
As I've said before (and no doubt will say again), "My sense of collegiality with those of similar sensibilities coupled with the voice I find in producing this collage have acted as a great anodyne for megrims, funks and other assorted black dogs of a chemical, tempermental and/or situational variety."
If we anthropomorphize Mr. MW, we say he looks like a fox--and we love foxes here though we survive within a Wolf's den.
Raise a growler or two of ale to "MW" and his s lot.thestaff
for The Daily Growler
And a thank you, too, to http://web.ncf.ca/ek867/wood_s_lot.html for promoting and running a couple of excerpts from The Daily Growler over the last year and a half we've been in this business of blogging.
NOTE: thegrowlingwolf's serialized "novel" (in the tradition of Sherlock Holmes, as he says) One Spring Morning Off Spring Street, episode #18, will air on tomorrow's The Daily Growler.
We Growl for Peace: Looks like MIKE GRAVEL is gonna be our presidential candidate. Come on, Mike!
For your interest, here's languagehat's trib to wood s lot:
October 06, 2007
SEVEN YEARS OF THE S LOT!
Mark Woods of the indispensable wood s lot posts a mention of his septennial along with a photo of himself wearing a fine hat and a cheerfully dubious expression that suits the sensibility of his dedicated cullings from the online cornucopia. Saith mw:
As I've said before (and no doubt will say again), "My sense of collegiality with those of similar sensibilities coupled with the voice I find in producing this collage have acted as a great anodyne for megrims, funks and other assorted black dogs of a chemical, tempermental and/or situational variety."Congratulations, keep up the good work, and if those photos are of the countryside around your "small town in Lanark County near Ottawa," you're a lucky man. Continue reading "SEVEN YEARS OF THE S LOT!"