“I believe in God and I believe in free markets”
-Ken Lay
Sometime yesterday afternoon, my mailman arrived with the post. It never ceases to amaze me that, for a modest fee, you can hand a man an envelope and have it arrive a few days later anywhere in the country. Someone put something with my name on it in a blue box, and yesterday it came to me. Amazing.
It is the weight of the world, carried by men and women in blue shorts and overflowing messenger bags. Even though, these days, I get more bills and advertisements than things I really want to see, I still get the Nation, the New Yorker, Harper's, and, every once and a while, a hand-written letter from a correspondent—yes, I still have a few of those; there are still tidings from afar, news of the world, a letter signed love, yours, truly.
Yesterday, it was Harper's. And this morning, I sat on my stoop with a cup of too-hot coffee and paged through it. The “Easy Chair” section of Harper's remains my favorite. They are essays in the true sense of the word. Attempts, tries, tests, experiments—from the French essayer. I'm trying to understand the world, they whisper. I can't help think, when I read good essays, that blogging, with all it's faults, yes, is purest form of essay writing: A little short, quick publishing times, sometimes poor polishing, but blogging is trying—experimenting. That, though, is a thought for another essay.
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