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December 7, 2004

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We shall be graced with her presence for a while longer

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Via her commenting fans:

Cassandra found herself drawn inexplicably to The City, to Barboursville Street, a street of lovers, dreamers and mimes, bookstores, and the site of the closed Egyptian bakery, Farouk's Souk and Pastry Nook. She looked down at the fading red stain next to a broken piece of sidewalk, and rememered why the corporate headquarters of I Love Jet Noise was able to get such a deal on the place – that was the very location where the Bush/Cheney sign had sliced Brett’s Kerry/Edwards button in two, before it pierced his heart. Pedestrians habitually crossed to the other side of the street since that fateful night, to avoid walking through the scene of the carnage. Now it was boarded up again, a forlorn “Experienced Blogger Wanted” sign blowing in the stiff breeze. Barboursville Street was steamy, muggy, sultry back then, when passions boiled over and Samson, Brett and Delilah all met their maker in an eruption of jealousy, unrequited love, and political mischief. Now, a chill wind tugged at Cassandra’s Burberry rain mac, exposing the plaid lining and revealing to anyone who knows High Street in London, that she had not thought twice about the purchase of the pricey coat and matching plaid scarf and purse – she was a Blogger, after all – and price was no object.

She gazed down Barboursville Steet, a street infamous for its speedbumps, and something about them made her think of her fans, the little people who made their little comments about her big ideas, her fans, sitting around watching the comment section of her final post, hoping for her to change her mind, her fans, watching the test pattern, talking amongst themselves, her fans, geeks with no lives.

Suddenly, a shot rang out!

   - Posted by: MathMom at December 2, 2004 11:48 PM


As Cassandra ducked, she blessed her Unit for teaching her how to respond in such situations.

However, such shots were routine to her, and the smell of powder from the snark cannon took her back...oh lawsy me how she longed to retort!


   - Posted by: Cricket at December 3, 2004 01:21 AM

As she ducked, Cassandra realized that she had retained some helpful habits from her days as an internationally respected and sought-after blogger - she still wore her L.L. Bean footed flanned blogging pajamas under the Burberry, so the cold blast that searched for her nether regions was only partially reminscent of her childhood days back on the farm as she ran, in winter, to the "little room" out back, and tried desperately to keep from freezing to the seat.

   - Posted by: MathMom at December 3, 2004 07:57 AM

In that 'little room' out back, she would take her laptop and blog away, unknown to her family and friends that she was the man in pajamas in the little room.

   - Posted by: Cricket at December 3, 2004 09:06 AM

Laughing helplessly at her insane readers, she decided to unveil her new blog, even though there's not much up there yet, CSS has just about driven her insane, there are undoubtedly things that don't work too well, and it's not really done yet:

Villainous Company


   - Posted by: Cassandra at December 3, 2004 09:41 AM

And in that compromising position, Cassandra was reminded of her father's oft-repeated remonstration, "$&@% or get off the pot!", and with those words seared, seared into her memory, she consulted Google's language tools to translate the title to her final post: "au", meaning "with", and "revoir" meaning "to re-examine", and since "with to re-examine" didn't really sound the note she was trying to play, she started to blog anew, at Villainous Company, knowing darkly that more snark-cannons were likely to be fired.

   - Posted by: MathMom at December 3, 2004 10:01 AM

Cass made!

   - Posted by: Cricket at December 3, 2004 11:43 AM

And those are just some of her many commenters. Go there, read, blogroll, and enjoy.


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You know Greyhawk, it's hard on my ego when I realize that my readers are far smarter and funnier than I am :)

I've been truly blessed - the Blogosphere is an amazing place, full of wonderful people: from joatmoaf who first gave me the chance to bore helpless people, to snarky and insightful commenters, to fellow bloggers who've always stood ready to help at the slightest hint of a problem.

Thanks so much for the link, and for your help and support - maybe I can finish my own blogroll (if work quiets down long enough!)

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November 26, 2010


America@war
[Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit.

That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary.

From their about page:

The Naval Institute shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation:

The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism.

Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented.

I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are.

"Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result.

Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web...

And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed.

The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down.

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But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down.

If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real.

And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale.

We've already made history, it's time to save it.

(More to follow...)




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Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004