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Been blog surfing after ages. I guess it is one of those mornings when you have so much to do that you sit down and decide to do something else. So, here we go, sharing some:

BG says

soul-searching might lead to happiness, but happiness could be the biggest impediment to soul-searching. And without soul-searching, there would be no creativity. Is that why most creative men are so unhappily married?

there's plenty more (plenty more? plenty more??!! yes I am equally amazed at my audacity in calling this English) in his post, including a neat whisky analogy. A while ago, I was mentioning to a friend that all great artists lead awfully unhappy lives. Euphemistically, unhappiness nurtures great art OR artists seek unhappiness OR nothing great was ever created in happiness OR nothing appeals as much as tragedy, in life as in art...

Vinod writes this very hilarious account of a piercing incident
Recently, I began to feel that, in my chosen line of work, I was missing out on a lot of things in life. ‘Being hip’, for example. Nobody thinks sitting in an office cubicle and tapping away on a computer keyboard all day long is anywhere near hip. Far from it, in fact. It’s somewhere below ankle. And then, I started thinking about what I did during the time I wasn’t working - quiz, watch reality shows, and blog – all activities that aren’t even in the same pin code as cool. All my fellow bloggers reading this, please do not kid yourselves, we are all losers.

Bud Parr on Litbloggers and Blog Floggers deals with the oft read issue of the relevance, quality and what is that word...validity... of lit blogs in book reviewing.
My inclination after reading these attacks (after lashing out!) is to try to write better so that at some point these people will have no fodder. But that’s kind of silly of me. Blogs are what they are and as good as they can be, they’re nothing like newspapers and never will be. In some cases, as we’ve seen, blogs act as a farm team for mainstream publications, but in most cases, they’re something quite different.

For most Indians, on this side of the world, there are very few Indian blogs that claim to be litblogs (those few being maintained by mainstream reviewers), and among the blogs where books are written about, they form just one aspect of our interests and wanderings. Therefore, presently a non-issue on the Indian side of the fence. Yet, I agree with Bud's post except for raising an eyebrow at [blogs] should be more proving of rather than asserting opinions and remarking indeed?

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