Did you blog yesterday?  So did at least 11,250 other Xangeroos:

Which also means that if you commented on 50 posts, that would encompass less than one-half of one percent of everybody.

But don't worry, be happy!

I once left this as a comment on Buffalo's blog--for him.  It was a comment that he responded to (in a followup post since made private or deleted) with heartfelt appreciation.  Now a third of a year later, I'm wrestling in ways to re-implement much these same concerns for myself .

You need to rage against the predators with fire in your eyes and defiance in your heart.   Your enemies should see you and be sick.  They should faint under the cloak of your shadow--and not for any imagined fluttering prospect of potential lovemaking. 

For a moment, put your physical prowess and appearance aside as aspects of the outward warrior, and look within youself to discover and embrace the indominatable soul-self which once as the "dark knight" so courageously prevailed in worthy causes.  This warrior within must now do for itself, must act on its own behalf, as once it acted to save and shelter others. 

The world badly needs warriors of you prowess and multi-faceted potential.  But all's lost if you alone don't choose your ground, make your stand, and slay all the demons that have gathered around.

For otherwise, the shadowworld will forever, at best, only console you with prizes from the likes of Bozo the Clown.

'Writing is like sex. The more you think about it, the
harder it is to do. It's better not to think about it
so much and just let it happen.'



Stephen King

Xanga Check...tapping into the pulse of Xanga

Between midnight and 7:45 AM today, there were at least 2,164 new public posts to Xanga (don't ask me how I know--I read all of them! ).

Of these, 1,319 or 61% were *female* Xangeroos, while 845 or 39% were *male* Xangeroos.  This 3:2 ratio of females:males has been roughly consistent since Xanga's onset!

Additionally, over 50% of everyone who has ever joined Xanga has published within the last month (don't ask me how I know, but I do!).

Conclusions:

1) Xanga as an entity wears panties more often than not.

2) Xanga never sleeps.

3) Xanga hordes the moment.

HRm...wears panties...never sleeps...and hordes : no wonder I keep cumming back.

okay...okay...does that sound sexist??!!  well hell, maybe Xanga is sexist.  After all, *penis* is considered a "dirty" username and is not allowed, but *vagina* lives and breathes on Xanga!!!

Go ahead: turn me on. turn me off.  turn on me. turn on.

My feelings are simply too intense to write about.  How did the ancient Taoists express this? 

"Passion too deep seems like none."  

So I'll remain content to seem like no one with nothing to say.  Or I'll just talk about the world.  Or that which we imagine it to be.

"Of that which one cannot speak, one must consign to silence."

Ludwig Wittgenstein said that.  He was a linguistic philosopher earlier in the past century (isn't it great just two years into the new century to be able refer to the *past century* as something ages ago! ).

What a strange fellow he was--listen:

Ludwig Josef Johann Wittgenstein, born on April 26th 1889 in Vienna, Austria, was a charismatic enigma. He has been something of a cult figure but shunned publicity and even built an isolated hut in Norway to live in complete seclusion. His sexuality was ambiguous but he was probably gay; how actively so is still a matter of controversy. His life seems to have been dominated by an obsession with moral and philosophical perfection, summed up in the subtitle of Ray Monk's excellent biography Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius.  His concern with moral perfection led Wittgenstein at one point to insist on confessing to several people various sins, including that of allowing others to underestimate the extent of his 'Jewishness'.

He is so not me!   And yet, of that which we cannot speak....

Ha!

So I'm going back to practicing my Chinese.  And I shall re-master it!  Then I shall ask Xanga to provide a Chinese font so that I can reach out to Great Thronging Empire of the character-cuddling-yet-unblogged.  Yes, I will take Xanga to China.  Or bring China to Xanga!

Yes! Listen:

The Chinese write in this regard, to the Northwest it has as border, the river Yalo, and the rest is surrounded by the sea. This is the district, which the emperor Uúus, founder of the tribe Cheva, to Kicius, kinsman of the emperor of the tribe Xanga, gave the same on loan around the year AD eleven hundred and twenty-one, when the tribe Xanga was exterminated and eradicated, and this by the death of the malicious emperor Kisus, who, conquered by Uúus, burned himself alive, together with the beautiful palace he has made, certainly a suitable death for his lechery, since he has lived scandalously.

Déjà Vu.  Do you?

Please forgive me if I'm seeming ineffable: but it appears that I'm truly un-F-able.