This blogging thing begins for me shortly following the demise of a website that was a sort of procrastination home to me for over four years. I was among the top ten most frequent posters for much of those four years, which I guess is something of a dubious distinction.
So, now, after a long and mostly successful run, “network executives” have canceled the show after disputes between cast members became absolutely corrosive. Most of the cast has reassembled for a new series, but I’m kind of off here on my own moving in next door to some wacky new neighbors. Broadening from a character only seen in relation to the topic of the previous show to one at the center of the show, we will now meet members of my oddball family, some crazy colleagues, and plenty of me-centered zany hijinks. We’re moving out of the crazy mets bar where everybody knows your screenname and they’re always pissed you came to the high rise apartment (third floor) and the philosophy show where I hold court on a daily basis.
One critic and friend has warned that most shows on this public access channel, even the best and most critically acclaimed, barely get seen and has already gotten disheartened on my behalf. I can assure him though that this really bothers me little. I discovered a long time ago that while I always argue ideas or muse out opinions with the utmost sincerity and passion and desire to get things right and to communicate effectively, that ultimately it does not bother me when the day is done if I’m disagreed with. I like to get it out of my system, hash it out as thoroughly as possible but then never worry whether the person I just discussed with actually will ever remember a word I said. I provide the fruits of my tree and if they taste good to many others then that is great and if not, sobeit.
Genealogy of Morals, the preface, section 2:
Walter Kaufmann translation:
For this alone is fitting for a philosopher[:] We have no right to isolated acts of any kind: we may not make isolated errors or hit upon isolated truths. Rather do our ideas, our values, our yeas and nays, our ifs and buts, grow out of us with the necessity with which a tree bears fruit—related and each with an affinity to each, and evidence of one will, one health, one soil, one sun.—Whether you like them, these fruits of ours?—But what is that to the trees! What is that to us, philosophers!
Whether audiences love us or hate us—-what is that to us Frasiers and Joeys!