Now reading the diaries (1951-1961) of composer Ned Rorem. I think he's a blogger way ahead of his time. You can just read his entries randomly and not worry about losing the thread. I wonder what his music sounds like. He wrote: Art, sorrow, and beauty are perhaps useless, but no more so than earth itself. What is useful? Useful for what? I can't remember when I last did something useful (no, I don't count work as being useful).