The Mosaic Generation, Buddha, and My Thoughts on Writing

I just sat here figuring out how to talk about Monday without using passive voice until I realized what I was doing. People who dedicate their lives to setting rules for grammar need Jesus, or someone who brings meaning to unsatisfied lives. Maybe Buddha? Books being written today trump books written yesterday, and they all add sentences that fail to pass the MLA ADD APA or whatever-you-call-it standard. Like this one. (Is it a sentence? No, but really, it is. It communicates thought). Why? Because writing is communication, and communication is a substantial part of doing relationships. My fellow Mosaics aren't satisfied with the way Boomers and friends taught us to relate...and frankly, books can improve. For instance, there are some who write because they have to prove they can use words that no normal person can pronounce, not to mention understand. They do the opposite of relate (except for some reason, those who read them, relate good only to one another). Anyway, I enjoy talking above reading. I understand people so much better this way, and not much unlike this generation of mine. So, today's books are blurring the lines of print and voice. Bloggers and their blogs are leading the way. Blogs are becoming step one in the publishing process, and are causing problems for some companies who depended on their monopolies and nobility to rule the roost. I like that. :) Interestingly enough, people either become frankly real, or completely fake. However, people are more willing to share their deepest darkest secrets over the web than they are willing to share it with a friend. Check out POST SECRET for an alarmingly relevant and accurate dose of reality. Why? My guess is that people are hungry for something they do not have and cannot find. Something they know deep down inside they were made for. Do you want to know what it is? (the worm-hole is deep, just so you know, and I think I'm going to watch Matrix again to find out again) But all of that to say that I took Monday by the horns and lived it up. I looked at interior design books with my mom in Borders. I talked with Jesus in the car. I worked on electrical outlets in the basement we are converting into house. I watched Gridiron Gang at my friend's house. Monday and I were friends when I fell asleep. I sincerely wish I could say the same about Tuesday.