Nightlight News

Mz O asks "What Gives"?

I'll tell ya-

I am hiding in the mountains with intermittent access to the internet. I spend more time with my brand new artist tools and big sheets of paper than I do on the computer screen. I cook. I clean. I take naps. But I don't blog with much ferocity. We've never had many (any) other bloggers on this rant rag. And as always, I offer up this proposal or offer - if you can express and interest and talent for blogging that might fit the Nightlight thang, then by all means, I will sign your tapping fingers onto the blog roll, which is long and moribund with activity.

Updates on online content which I have contributed since my Piedmont Exodus-
http://www.tinymixtapes.com/Magik-Markers-Grouper-Ed-Diamante - a sorta-raw doggy
http://www.tinymixtapes.com/Caroliner - an interview with Caroliner
http://www.tinymixtapes.com/Uke-of-Spaces-Corner-County - a review of one 07 fav

I have an article on the Nightlight in the worx, and when it drops, I will reprint in glory at this forum. Other things on the way perhaps include photos for your enjoyment in the image gallery and special announcements.

I love all y'all, in the meanwhile, and I touch a tender hand to my own thigh as a telepathic reminder to the world that you can never trust a woman but fools for love can't win either way. Or rather, I listen to country music.

When blogs go the way of the wayside and get scant attention for month's past, it is likely that readership becomes nill and interest becomes naught. I have often entered into consultation with psychics for the stars and celebrity tarot experts for assistance in penetrating the true nature of communal blogging, to no avail. It would seem that this blog is mired in a muck which smells like garlic underarms and sits on tiger striped tights. And for those that know, this means nothing less or nothing more than you need to realize that this blog seemingly has, and always seemingly will be, nothing more than Charlie's blog, and until some other mutherfucker steps up and eats the whole pizza, including the crust, it will sit latent while I concentrate my energies on other forums and in lands where regular internet access is a Florida Panther and a Snowy Plover. For shame I admonish those responsible and say - where is your logorrhea? Where is your devotion to the lesser but wider arts of blogging? Who is leaving behind Abe Lincoln's beard and diving straight through the toilet seat? If these cryptic metaphors leave you uneasy, try rapid forced bowel movements and a cappuccino enema. Also - I updated the schedule, my first regular task for the Nightlight website in months. It brought back days of recent import. However, now I am the spawn of Daniel Boone and Julia Child, and you will not see me unless you penetrate the National Forest with your flaccid walking stick and lack of wilderness skills. Join me and the raccoon for Thanksgiving this year!