Friday, August 26, 2022

Is is a bird? A plane?

 A sharp-eyed reader noticed that I called this year-old contraption a collection of notes, that I did not use the word “blog,” and asked if I had a problem.

Yes, I do, but I can’t get my finger on it. There’s something about the diction that seems off. That word doesn’t quite get at what I’m trying to do.

I might use that word one day to describe this venture. But not today.

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