Wednesday, December 18, 2024

A blog by any other name

 When Eric Hoffer wondered whether he was slipping in old age, he began a journal. 

I wanted to find out if the necessity to write something significant every day would revive my flagging alertness to the first, faint stirrings of new ideas.

 

He recalled the sluice box he’d used as a prospector. What would happen if he searched for ideas instead of for gold?

I have taken several stabs at calling this collection of notes something other than a blog. I’d thought it might be a concatenation. It might be a sluice box.

• Source: Eric Hoffer, Before the Sabbath; New York: Harper & Row, 1979.

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