two drumsticks, not chicken drumsticks, but actual drumsticks...

ok

so this is a post in where i'm writing out of a sense of guilt rather than out of burning desire to have my words immortalised online. Although now I think of it surely the sum of information that a blog can hold is essentially equal to nil? - if we consider the fact that the sum of possible information that the Internet could hold is infinite (or as close as possible to infinity as matters) and that the sum of possible writings by one man is finite, even if we multiply that one man by the number of all possible humans, we still achieve a finite number. This finite number, representing the sum of all possible human blogging on the internet, is of course set within the infinite (or as good as) world of the internet, and of course as we all know - the percentage of a finite number within an infinite system is effectively nil (or as near as matters) - so basically, in terms of anything that actually matters, no-one has ever blogged anything...

this is depressing for two reasons; first the whole futility of life thing or at the very least of blogging, secondly the fact that i think i may have stolen that argument (or something so similar that it barely matters) from Douglas Adams.

so does is matter that my poorly expressed theory is a thinly disguised argument stolen from a dead author? maybe it does - i do think that sort of thing is important

actually let me address a question to my hypothetical audience (if there is one) - does anyone else ever get the impression that anything they've ever thought before has been thought by someone else - i'm not trying to be trite but, within a certain degree, we're all going to have similar thoughts to one another - especially now that we all have access to the same information sorta thing

i know that no-one will have *exactly* the same thoughts as another - but maybe we all have similar enough thoughts to one another for the difference essentially to tend to zero

is this a good thing or a bad thing? i'm not too sure - in some ways its reassuring that we probably all have a certain sort of thoughts in common (distribution wise i'm unsure - gaussian? its a long time since i looked at stats) or is it quite disturbing and sad that, even if we have what we would consider to be fairly original ideas, the fact is that no matter that whether we're having an original idea its going to be sufficiently close to another original idea by someone else to qualify as the same idea in the long run


so anyway i'm not really sure what i'm going on above there...

i have some nice words i've found below by a woman called Joanna Newsom


"And as for my inflammatory writ?
Well, I wrote it and I was not inflamed one bit.
Advice from the master derailed that disaster;
he said "Hand that pen over to ME, poetaster!"
While across the great plains, keening lovely & awful,
ululate the last Great American Novels -
An unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit.
(But at least they didn't run, to their undying credit.) "