June 24, 2002

  • Once upon a time there was a seed called Xanga.  And there was a gathering of entrepeneuring visionaries who believed that this seed could do incredible things if it were planted, nurtured, and allowed to grow unencumbered. 



    So they banded together, partied a lot, pissed and plotted, but nevertheless work hard to get it sown.  But dared not do so before first spreading a lot of biancamanure about to give it an asskick start. 


    Well, when it first budded, it was simply so cute!  Little sprouts called bloggers were forming on the stem!  (But, you know, you’ll hear that cute talk about almost any baby buddling seen popping up around anymore.) 


    Nonetheless, in time, by fits and starts, it grew more viably robust by virtue of its prop-afied metabolism.  It’s roots sunk like archives deeply into the bianca-stenched ground and the blogger-buds bloomed into a great and glorious floral multi-hued self-unfolding aromatic arrangement. 


    And still it continued to grow with a promise of more…more…more!  What excitement there was amongst the banded corp in waiting for the first fruit to form!


    But despite the countless variations of expression and creativity that the plantling Xanga took in its upward spiraling growth towards the great nurturing Helios of Life, it never quite transformed itself into the Money Tree that the instigating corp hoped it would someday become. 


     


    No, by and large, the breadfruit-like fruit as it scantily-appeared in the Premium season was not immensely harvestable since it turned out to be only borderline edible and was really designed only to get replanted and propagate itself. 


    This didn’t make the corp feel dumb, for the Xanga plant was continuing to grow like a weed into quite a curiously respectable treeling, some would say the most hardy of treelings, in an orchard others were starting to call the “blogosphere”.  But it did make them feel poor. 


    But the corp was not to be undone.  And, for sure, their vision wasn’t dead.  The natural leader of the group stepped forward and pronounced: “We’ll just graft some money-tree leaves upon this soon-to-be mammoth tree instead!”


                           


    And voila!  The new leaves on the highest branches did by splicing take!


    So now once again the entrepeneuring corp waits hopeful for still newer offshoot buds to issue into a more fruitful, marketable crop and for a more promising Premium clime to bring blossoms into a boom.


    Let's just hope they don't forget to deep-water the tap root of that birthing Xanga tree every now and then!

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