I swear, this is the first time I can remember dreaming about blogging

Last night I was skipping back and forth between work (for the day job) and this hypertext version of Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury. I’ve mentioned before that it’s my favorite Faulkner novel, but I don’t know whether I said that the Quentin section, with all of its skewed yet enlightening musings about time, resonates most for me.

Anyhow, I went to bed at 4 o’clock and then dreamed that I’d pre-posted a link to the hypertext book so that the post would appear at 8 a.m.

In the dream, I dragged myself out of bed in the morning only to find that Ed had posted the same link in the intervening period, with some of the same thoughts, and was infuriated that I’d failed to credit him.*

In real life, Ed and I could easily work this out, but in the dream he was outraged and so was everyone else, and my hosting service sent a notice saying it was going to shut down my blog.

At the last minute, Ed decided that my post was a statement on Faulkner’s theories of time and wrote an absolutely stellar argument to that effect. I wish I could remember what he said. I woke up feeling that I understood time better than I ever had before, but soon the details of the argument drained away and I was just left with the realization that I should probably cut back on blogging.

To that end, I will spend the rest of the day earning my paycheck. The awe-inspiring Stephany Aulenback takes over tomorrow. Until then, please read Terry Teachout’s comparison of Ghost World and The Moviegoer.

Have a great weekend.

* Please note that this anecdote is not some sort of veiled reference to the blog etiquette debate going on elsewhere earlier this week.


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