Diesel powered
Few people are around to remember why I started writing this blog, and so if you were to ask what Whudda W.A.S.T.E. is actually supposed to be about...well, the answer just isn't that clear.
Obviously, the acronym itself suggests "we await silent Trystero's Empire" of Pynchon fame, but more than that... Well, is this supposed to be an embodiment of said postal system, or an embodiment of one of the stops along the way--one of those agencies that believe that they, and they alone, are using the underground postal system. The answer is the latter I think. I write by WASTE; I am not WASTE itself.
But if I am only peripheral to the greater WASTE system, then like the Peter Penguid society, Anamorati Anonymous, and the Republican party, I too must have some overriding purpose acted out in my communications--WASTE or otherwise. It is this purpose which has long been forgotten.
And not for want of trying. I have indeed endeavored to tailor each of my posts to this purpose, but unfortunately, like the radio station which endeavored to play only Led Zepelin, I have learned that there just isn't enough out there on my particular topic to create the number of blog posts I would hope to write on my chosen subject--I have metaphorically included Z Z Top to my arsenal. Case in point, very very few of my posts have actually approached the subject to which I feel inclined to describe, analyze, and celebrate. I have settled, for instance, on Tom Kaffafian as a strawman to the edifice which I would hope to dance about for the dearth of information at my disposal regarding my preferred alternative.
That is, until now... For finally, someone has essentially done my job for me, and thus relieved me of the burden of describing in detail the minutiae of relevant facts surrounding the subject of this blog in total. Freed, I may now speak of other things, which I have been doing, but now sans guilt.
God bless you, oh anonymous web designer, and if you need any help, don't hesitate to contact me. Write by WASTE.
Obviously, the acronym itself suggests "we await silent Trystero's Empire" of Pynchon fame, but more than that... Well, is this supposed to be an embodiment of said postal system, or an embodiment of one of the stops along the way--one of those agencies that believe that they, and they alone, are using the underground postal system. The answer is the latter I think. I write by WASTE; I am not WASTE itself.
But if I am only peripheral to the greater WASTE system, then like the Peter Penguid society, Anamorati Anonymous, and the Republican party, I too must have some overriding purpose acted out in my communications--WASTE or otherwise. It is this purpose which has long been forgotten.
And not for want of trying. I have indeed endeavored to tailor each of my posts to this purpose, but unfortunately, like the radio station which endeavored to play only Led Zepelin, I have learned that there just isn't enough out there on my particular topic to create the number of blog posts I would hope to write on my chosen subject--I have metaphorically included Z Z Top to my arsenal. Case in point, very very few of my posts have actually approached the subject to which I feel inclined to describe, analyze, and celebrate. I have settled, for instance, on Tom Kaffafian as a strawman to the edifice which I would hope to dance about for the dearth of information at my disposal regarding my preferred alternative.
That is, until now... For finally, someone has essentially done my job for me, and thus relieved me of the burden of describing in detail the minutiae of relevant facts surrounding the subject of this blog in total. Freed, I may now speak of other things, which I have been doing, but now sans guilt.
God bless you, oh anonymous web designer, and if you need any help, don't hesitate to contact me. Write by WASTE.