The Blog and its Double

So I sat down and was about to write a new blog entry when I realized the last one was gone.  Missing.  Disappeared into cyberspace of its own accord.  Did you happen to see the entry I posted 2 days ago about the wonders of vegan junk food?  I swear it was there!  An enforced Artaud style blog.  The Blog of Cruelty, indeed.  At first, I was frustrated.  Where did my blog go??  Did the makers of High Fructose Corn Syrup, which I blamed the Bubonic Plague of the late Middle Ages on, shank my blog entry in the night while I was asleep and unable to come to its defense? 

Antonin Artaud

But then I decided that maybe blogging should be rather like Artaud suggested about theater: that each instance should be experienced fully and then discarded.  Never keep back up copies!  Never perform (or in this case, read) the same work twice!  Move on, and create something new!

So in this case, that's what I will do.

Prince Consort's birthday is next week.  What does one get for the Prince who has everything?  And by everything, I mean 21 different video game systems, with hundreds of games to play on them.  Shelves of books and gaming manuals, toys, and collectibles I don't even begin to understand.  In fact, we've started having yard sales to pare down the stuff we've acquired since moving into our apartment 11 years ago.  At least when people move, it gives them the chance to go through things as they pack and toss a percentage out.  But I hate moving.  So we haven't done so in, as I said, 11 years, and we're not planning to anytime soon.  As if just knowing you have too much stuff isn't enough incentive to get rid of some of it, there are the hoarding shows on tv that show just where this kind of behaviour can lead!  So Prince Consort and I have begun going through things and creating piles of things to donate, things to sell, and things to throw away or recycle.

No, no, no!

So I know that for his birthday, Prince Consort doesn't want anymore "stuff," cool as it may seem for a minute or two.  We've talked in the past about buying each other shares of stock whenever we have a birthday or holiday where a gift would be greatly appreciated, but nothing perfect comes to mind.  I think this is a great idea!  It would truly be "the gift that keeps on giving," assuming it's not stock in something like Enron.  And yet have we ever given each other any stock?  Not even a 16th of a share.

So I debated.  And I thought.  And I tried to come up with something that Prince Consort would like better than another item from his amazon wish list and that wouldn't collect dust on a shelf, only to be sold at a yard sale somewhere down the line.  You'd think that after being with someone for nearly two decades, this would be easier than it is.  You'd think.

And then one morning, it came to me.  I'm not positive it's the perfect gift, but I'm pretty sure it's one he will like, and one he will enjoy more than just something to try to find room for among his shelves.  So I ordered it.  And it arrived today.  And I can't wait to see what he thinks of it next week!  I'd tell you what it is, but you see, I have a sneaking suspicion that my mother and my cat are no longer the only readers of this blog.  So you, and he, will just have to wait the week.  But I think this one is worth waiting for.

And if I'm wrong, well, then maybe Prince Consort can throw his present away and have an Artaud Birthday and enjoy some vegan cake instead.

A cake fit for a Prince Consort!