Regarding the title above, I know it won’t attract many Google searches, but what the hell? This is the last day of the year. So, on a weighted average basis, how much could it hurt?
Worrying about hits and visits takes the fun out of “posting.” So does that word. Why can’t we call it “blogging”? Bloggers should blog, not post.
Another thing: did I put that question mark in the right place? I remember to put periods inside the quotation marks, but an inside job on question mark doesn’t look right. And what about the one ending the first sentence? Is that right? I’ve lost my little book.
Back to titles. A good title is sufficient motivation for me to write something I haven’t thought of yet–just to use the title. I once shopped an article around to several newspapers just to use the title, “Free Trade and Rainbow Stew.” It ended up in the Austin paper, probably because only they knew that Rainbow Stew was Merle Haggard’s. Merle is a great co-author, and Austin is a great music town. I’m still working on the “Big Rock Candy Mountain.”
On a more serious note, I’ve always wanted to write a deep, serious piece titled, “Zen and the Art of Monetary Policy,” but I can’t think of what I would say. Seems like every time I try to go deep, I just go wide. See what I mean. Besides, I could never stay awake long enough to finish “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.”
I was emboldened to reveal my title fetish by John Fogerty, formerly of Credence Clearwater Revival fame. John kept a notebook to write down titles of possible future songs. His first entry was “Proud Mary.”
When I started this post–I mean blog–I intended it to have some semblance of substance. But here I am, already below the fold without any; so, I’d better save it for 2010.
Check back tomorrow.
Happy New Year!