Wherein the procrastinating Author discovers
a deeply disturbing piece of website design . . .
I'm not gonna feel
bad anymore
'cause I never have
to see you again;
I'm not gonna feel
sad anymore
'cause I never have
to see you again . . .
I'll tow you out to
the side of the road
and I'll shake you once
by the hand;
Wait 'til the bus comes
rumbling by
to scoop you up off
of my land . . .
--Robyn Hitchcock,
"Never Have To See You Again "
I have a first-cup-of-coffee tradition that I try to observe every morning: The search for a delaying tactic to keep me from entering Writing Mode; something that prevents me from wading waist-deep back into The Book while my caffeine level is optimized. Today I decided it was of utmost importance that iGoogle, Popurls and Inquisitor for Safari match each other--as in each service being the same shade of gray. Before any further manuscript revisions were possible, it suddenly seemed essential that a cross-service, monochromatic harmony had to be established. I figured this would buy me at least 30 minutes before I had to start channelling The Author--and I was right. (Since I've been writing the book, I've discovered in myself a hitherto unrealized-but-inspired talent for delaying tactics. Who knew? And so yes, matching my Google home page to both my news aggregator and expanded function search pop-up seemed whacked even to me--thrilling so, in fact; the sort of behavior that would cause friends to cross to the other side of the street on mere suspicion of the project.)
Anyway, after some geeky dicking about with the appearance preferences of Popurls, chromatic parity was established with Inquisitor. Which meant that I'd only need to find a complementary gray theme for Google and my sad little plan for temporary desktop domination would be realized. Mwah-ha-ha. Or something like that--whatever a procrastinating, bush-league Dr. Evil might say in similar circumstances. Thus I zipped up to the Google theme directories where I eventually settled on Chroma Pencil Lead as the gray that would make writing once again possible.
But that's not what this post is about; it's just writerly backstory. I already know I'm eccentric, so there's no need to solicit your feedback concerning my various tics. Rather, I want to share what I stumbled across during my latest instance of Putting Off Writing: A Sarah Palin theme for Google, the major portal to the world's assembled knowledge and opinion. Here, have a look:
My cat has become impressively adept at miming WTF? and in this case, I second that emotion. The massive cognitive dissonance of linking Palin (a) to knowledge of, well, any kind, and (b) to inherently divergent opinions is best conveyed by this simple thought experiment: Imagine Fred Flintstone and Dino as mascots for Cincinnati University's School of Paleontology. Like Gloria Foster said in The Matrix, 'it bakes your noodle . . .'
Full disclosure: I just took down my Obama lawn sign; I'd left it up for a full post-election week as a sort of motionless victory dance. However, my horror at the Palin Google theme has little to do with politics or partisanship. Palin, the the Far Right's Mean-Girl Chauncey Gardner, has declared war on The Smart--here carefully defined not as the opposite of Dumb, but, rather, as the rejection of Willful Ignorance. (Or, in the manner of "Low Information," that appalling, politically correct description of those who won't pull themselves away from television reality shows, let's simply say that Smart can seen as the state of being "Informed.") And so it follows that Smartness transcends political party.
