Prof. Bob Kalm says: Truth is edited.
I say: Truth is distilled.
It precipitates like concentrated drops of moisture falling from the wet mist of a foggy mind. It condenses into droplets of informed opinion, shaped by the atmospheric pressures of conscious thought. Water into wine. A miracle. A transformation. And if you distill your truth down to its essence, blog your way into a jug of vino that makes you drunk with insight, haven’t you written yourself with every edit into a rhapsody of enlightenment, words that tell the truth, truth that is edited and distilled into a voice that is yours alone?
Prof. Bob Kalm says: Creating a public face is honest.
I say: Truth that is edited and distilled is altered, assembled and refined for public consumption. But the act of creation of that public face is not inherently honest. The creation that results is not inevitably honest. No. What is honest is the cutting and pasting of words over and over until they’re right, until they ring true. Blogging publicly forces that confrontation with a truth that would evaporate, but for the wrestling with words, words that can distill wishy washy ruminations into a single pure idea.
Prof. Bob Kalm wants us to find our voice.
I am choosing the voice of a songwriter instead of a student analyst probing web site usability.
I posted about usability using the language of song, the “hook.” I thought I was casting about for parallel constructions and ideas. But if I am to blog about what I know, and what I hope to discover I know, I want to edit and distill that truth publicly, as a songwriter who can write lines like “She sings you songs just like a lark/Until there’s no way you can work/Or park your love in neutral.” As a songwriter who never thought she could sing. As a songwriter who played guitar with her back to her parents because she was too nervous and shy. As a songwriter, because that is what I am, in spite of myself.
Please share with me your arguments, your pure ideas, your assessment of this rant.