Yet Another Blog …

Ever get into a really great literary criticism, one that you haven’t heard before? One that takes a familiar work, probably an overly familiar work, and twists it, turns it, makes it new? One that has you sighing “Aha!” and “Yes I can see that!” and “Oh, I wish I had thought of that first!”

Er. Probably not.

I’ve found another blog that I’m in utter intellectual lust with. I’ve barely scratched the surface of it. I’m so very, very much in trouble. It could be as addicting as House, without the self-imposed loathing for watching something I don’t like.

The first post I’ve read of the blogger’s (I say blogger, because I have no idea if he is a he or if she is a she–and that ambiguity is somehow incredibly delicious) was about gender identity and sexual identification. It is something that, quite honestly, I’ve been exposed to through friends but that I had not really given any in-depth thought until I studied gender criticism. I was enthralled. The writing was fantastic; the opinion was well-formulated, well argued, and well, in my opinion, spot on.

But it was the writing about music that got me. And by got me, I mean raised goosebumps. After Friday night’s musical experience (which I don’t even have the energy to touch on right now, but by experience I mean transcendent experience), I raised a fist, shouted a good old fashioned red-neck “Hell Yeah!” and read the post on music. Again and again.

But as I was going to go back to snatch a quote and put up the requisite link to share this beauty with the world, my eyes dropped to the post after the one on music.

It was about NaNo.

The goosebumps were dancing the jitterbug at that point.

So, yeah. It is that good. Goosebump-raising, fist-pumping, back-of-the-throat growling intellectual goodness.

Plus, the author also likes “The Power of Love” by Huey Lewis. I don’t hear it very often, but it’s just one of those songs that begs to be sung so loudly it hurts your chest.

Here’s the blog, Alabaster Crippens doesn’t know what’s going on, and here’s the post: Music Meditation: Music Moves Me.

I consider this my good deed of the day. Normally, it’d be of the year, but what can I say? I’m into that random acts of kindness thing.