Romook, ectoplasme bloguique

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dimanche 29 octobre 2006

Sun is shining

Sun is shining: happy sunday. I will take my shoes and go outside to run. Running is an expression of freedom. For me, of course. It's so long time i haven't gone outside, especilay to run. So, now, i'll go. There is nothing to understand, i only want to run. Why i write it? Think about it, think about it...

Romook, runner

mardi 24 octobre 2006

I'm airline pilot

Sometimes, i see from my blog some clouds, some nice lands and i imagine the visitor's life. Blogging is like an art, you know, i explained it before, but you have to understand clearly what i mean. I want to show you my idea.

My blog is, litle by litle, a master piece of informatic, that's a natural way of developement, of course, because i'm data processing specialist: Informatic is like an art or a religion (but i think, i need to use "and", not "or", that's an another problem). In this respect, each day, i will include some new things to make it better. That's a great pleasure. Now, i'm like a repair man who needs to have a nice motor in his plane. So, after i have some good machine to travel in the sky, so happy to use it. I go inside, wait a few moment i have some free sky, have a good wheather for a little moment, start off my motor, look my way in the face and go to fly!

In the sky, i could more have a recollection and make a choice of the one i want to show, to explain. Perhaps some visitors think i write post by accident about this news or about one subject. Sometimes, it is. Sometimes, it isn't. I think i have my visitors in my airplane like guests : i need to give them some special view of my country. I take their hand and give the way to go on these lovely spots of my mind.

Did you read Gombrowicz's journal ? If yes, you could easily understand what i mean. Else, you need to read it! I have aplan of my way to explain something and i prepare some post few days before to publish them. In this way, you will know there is no innocent accident about my online publication. I have to say the truth : sometimes it's an accident. But, this not the main line of my blog. In every part, this spot is a view of my brain's work thinking.

In this respect, i have to make some choice every day : it's an art. I have to explain other thing. I want to give a new way of thinking to my visitor. To have a result, i need to shock them sometimes. But, maybe my visitors are so free in their mind now because there is no shocking problem i see. So, at first, i want to pilot their mind to a new way : why there is no possibility to make it? So strange, in my life, i shock a lot of person, but, here, there is no problem. Oh! I know! It's easy to understand, someone didn't have to think about something could switch off my blog quickly and go on other... Poor man...

Think about it, and you will find in my blog some new pleasure. After, you need to think why i write this. Here, you have a new door to open. You're welcome! Come, come, i'm so pleased to welcome you in my house's brain.

Innocent writing doesn't exist.

Romook, "there is something in the conscience which is, in fact, a trap for itself" (W. Gombrowicz)