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The Slacker’s Manual For Exploring The Entire Universe In 0.3937493 Nanoseconds: short stories on big topics with little words

The Slacker’s Manual For Exploring The Entire Universe In 0.3937493 Nanoseconds: short stories on big topics with little words

“That’s a better blog title, Bilta”, I reply as I shrug and take a sip of my cold soda, “I mean–the whole Wayne Gretzky thing was kinda strange.  I think that this has more potential–but consider condensing it, yo.  Look at the big picture–then, make it less sophisticated–stop making it over-complicated.  Get to the point–leave.  It’s really easy–the big picture of things.  Be straight-forward with the name of the blog–you want people to understand what’s going on, yo.”

I pause; I take another sip of soda and grab a handful of digitalpapitas; I pour hot sauce on them.

“But, get this, Bilta”, I continue speaking as I settle into the sofa in his studio apartment, “you want to do a 180 on what the audience is expecting–start with one thing.  Get the attention–knock them out with an over-delivery.  Get them thinking one thing–then, while they are staring at what you show, do something different. Make the point different; the focus of attention–the magician has everyone staring at the rabbit.”

“You’re a magician?”

“You know”, I reply as I shrug, “it could happen–I have dreams.  But, no, Bilta–I am not a magician. All-the-same, I really think that you are missing the point, yo.”

“What’s the point?”

“You’ll figure that out later”, I continue speaking as I turn my head to look out the window at the small palm tree covered in a light dusting of fresh snow.

I take another sip of soda.

“It’s like a punch with a delayed impact–consider the action and then the delivery later.  Like, preferably, when you are down the road–or out of the small town.”

“We’re going to a small town?”

“No, Bilta–we are not going to a small town.”

I roll my eyes; he misses all the points of my stories… fucking, Bilta!

“Anyways”, I continue speaking, “like… with your blog: get attention with the name and colors; fonts; images.  Then, deliver an interesting, or well, or somewhat, well thought-out message–but, don’t do it direct.  Do it, the blog, in a way, that the reader, the audience, the recipient of the message, doesn’t get it, until much later.  Do this by–being honest but aware of your choice of words.  It’s really a linguistics issue–start with the words that you want to say.”

“How the fuck do I do that?”

“Live.”

“Where? How? Huh?”

“Just–get out and do shit”, I pause and grab another handful of digitalpapitas, “… maybe that’s a good blog name: Get Out and Do Shit.

I take another sip of my cold soda; it’s more refreshing this time, yo.

“Consider it?”

He rolls his eyes; he just keeps talking, yo.

“Yeah, boss”, he replies as he shrugs, “you bring up some valid points and have made several interesting comments on me–at the end of the day, I think that I am going to go back to writing my blog about Wayne Gretzky.”

“Bilta”, I reply as I shake my head, “so… actually, this brings up an interesting point–why are you so obsessed suddenly with writing a blog? And, why about a sexy hockey player?”

“Boss”, he responds as he turns his head back to the digitalTV, “someone has to do it.”

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