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My dear blogging friends —

I know you’ve heard it. I’ve heard it too. That “harumph” from the non-bloggers among us when we mention this little corner of the virtual world we like to call home. These are the same people who wring their hands about the lost art of letter-writing or journal-keeping or speech-giving.

Usually these dear ones are too busy to blog — a situation I don’t understand entirely. I’m too busy not to blog. I need a space to clear my head. To write down pithy quotations I don’t want to lose. To memorialize an event. Words are my love language after all. If you get a book from me, you’re getting what I consider a treasure. If I’m writing something down, it’s the quietest part of me that doesn’t get out among this academic bureaucracy.

But what I find even more unfortuate is that my harumphing friends are often the same ones who distrust open-source software (like the one running this blog) and editable encyclopedias. They prefer top-down “propositional truths” from so-called experts to bottom-up rantings of nobodies. Touché.

Grassroots ideas are full of chiggers, but they are also pretty bug-resistant too. Any product — intellectual or agricultural — manufactured organically is usually pretty robust.

There’s something grace-filled about blogging. I can say it and you can see it with as much freedom as our ISPs will allow. You’re no expert, and neither am I. No top-down, Theory X hierarchy here. Ideas stand on their own. It upsets the Powers that Be because it’s so uncontrolled and uncontrollable with no legal oversight. It’s raw, risky, and restless. It’s lawless. It’s powerful.

Just like Grace.