Strung Pearls

Terry Karney, the photographer, linked to and devoted three lines to this most amazing essay by Ken Arneson, which, as it happens, dovetails into a number of my interests:

This blog entry is my white whale. It has been my nemesis since the genesis of this blog. I have never been able to tame it or capture it. My goal in starting the Catfish Stew blog was not, like so many other baseball blogs, to second-guess The Management, but to express what it feels like to be an Oakland A's fan. If I have failed as a blogger, it is because I lacked the willpower to bring myself to tell this story, to confront the core pain of my mission. Would Herman Melville have succeeded if he had tried to write his masterpiece without ever once mentioning Ahab's peg leg, the scar that drives his obsession? If you face the Truth, it hurts you; but if you look away, it punishes you.

It is long, discursive, occasionally emotional, and geeky. I had not heard of Baseball Toaster before this, and now, I'll only get to wallow in the archives. Sigh.

Also, I spent time reading a political posting on a political blog this morning, but one baseball analogy was used, so I just had to run down the information at the link and then other links and then to bookmark the site and then to take a peek at Metsgrrl, who will get put on the blogroll as of Pitchers and Catchers Report.