As Cogdogblog awoke one morning from uneasy dreams it found itself transformed in its posts to something else.

Not at all an insect.

But absolutely changed.

If only he could remember how to blog.

Surely it was not difficult.

Surely there was a Manual.

Surely there was a Professional Development Seminar by a World Known Leader.

If only he could remember why he blogged.


He went back in time, or in his head in time. There was a place. A building lacking decor. A building lacking a center. A building with no soul. No one lingered in the lobby. It lacked even a water cooler

The windows were shiny.

But his desk at least was situated under a window.

Dull black machines blinked on the grey laminated desk. Attention must be paid. Protocols were posted. Process reviews were regular.

He functioned. He was the poster of productivity

He did not dream.

Dreams did not exist.

People woke up as people. They went to work in their gray pleated suits, traveling aboard gray pleated trains.

Coffee was served in regular portions.

Coffee was not permitted at the desk.

Coffee instead did the dreaming.


He showed up as usual at 9am on a Tuesday.

The building was gone.

Instead he bought a ticket to Morocco.

The change in light, the tenor of spice, the volume of laughter might have invigorated some one.

Instead he worried about small pieces of cake.


The fire broke out in the receptionists area. Everyone looked at him slyly because he always held a lit cigarette. But he know, as well, that the receptionist would sneak a puff in the supply room. One knows their own kind.

But she was no where to be found.


Instead, the fire department showed up, carrying woodwind instruments.

At least order had been restored.

Once the trucks rolled away, spewing diesel exhaust on the spectators, he pulled his office chair from the charred wreckage. It lost one wheel, but could be balanced against the remaining bricks of the rear garage. Crows circled overhear, completely bored.

But hey, flight is always a thrill.

At last he had something to blog about.

This thing, it was done.


My blog has been *ensored. This is done in fun, Simon! I think a future DailyConnector might be to blog in the style of someone else in Connected Courses.

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An early 90s builder of the web and blogging Alan Levine barks at CogDogBlog.com on web storytelling (#ds106 #4life), photography, bending WordPress, and serendipity in the infinite internet river. He thinks it's weird to write about himself in the third person. And he is 100% into the Fediverse (or tells himself so)


  1. I added that idea to our master list — blog in the voice of another blogger.
    As I read, I thought: What? No Savage Chicken Remix Comic? (or would that be in my voice?) Blogblogblogblogblog

  2. Awesomeness! Smiling really widely even tho i finished reading 5 mins ago!

    Looooved this “ensoring” ๐Ÿ™‚

    Wondering how many people have strong blogging voices like Simon… Definitely Susan Watson… Hmmm who else could one impersonate? This #dailyconnect idea needs some time to work on ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. I’ve been thinking maybe we can can write diablogs.
        Still waiting to do that with Maha.

        I also like the dogtrax poetry remixes where evocative lines reappear suddenly.


        The inter-textuality is fascinating…

        The cultural remixes going on in these open connected nomad lands are brilliant and addictive…and I have only yet dabbled with #ds106 ๐Ÿ™‚

        Where will we be in 10 years with all this stuff?

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