Ketchin' Up

It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me.  I have lost all sense of time or responsibility when The Circles call.





One of the things I've told myself is that to justify existence here I should put down at least some of what's going on inside the Brainway. With the new stimulus and excitement of new people, all checking out this Buzz Google Plus thing, well, I'm feeling lucky the old melon hasn't just exploded. Poof.

Friend Denis Labelle introduced Christina Trapolino to the gang yesterday. Christina's articles appear to be through the eyes of someone early on a new adventure, which is really refreshing. Welcome!

Christina's is the kind of writing that excited me in the early Buzz days. There were a group of folks in different parts of the planet who would arrive, pronounce on one thing or another, and depart for a few hours while the words silently cook, a Sous-vide treat for others strolling by.

Content of the highest caloric quality, side-boys lined up at their feet heaped with fresh produce from other fields. Ratatouille with shaved Gruyere melted atop; grilled banana & peanut butter finger sandwiches, collards in broth of crawdads, with neck bones and vinegar.

Media merchants came in of course, looked around - and headed for the doors. A while later, they came back (although I've no idea why - most of them declared the place useless for business) and plated tales to the curious, of quests for the elusive business customer. Lying still in deep eddies, slowly watching and waiting for the right temptation to pass by in the current, he waits there still. The merchant still talks of the beast, but secretly wonders if the day of their meeting will ever come.