and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

Alex, I think you are missing the point. Blogging isn't about what you can or cannot do, or post, or write. It's about a place where you can explain to everyone what is wrong with the world, how the world works, how the world should work, and why you are tired, hungry, or generally unhappy with things. It is also a place everyone can *not* go to if they feel like it, and will in fact probably not go.

This way, through the art of self-agrandizing publication we can feel like we have made our mark, we have stamped the world with our assessment, we have enlightened the masses, but in the end no one has to bore themselves actually reading it.

It's like a diary with the added benefit of *thinking* someone is reading it - something that we would not financially be able to do if we were required to write a book that no one ever read - but with the advent of the internet we can put it out there like so many rotting newspapers in the 5th basement of the library archive building - it's publically available but no one cares.

It's all, as you say, about evolutionary psych, right?

And since it *is*, as you purport, all about EvPysch, then it's about grouping - like group publishing - like on this blog - which is why having two blogs is disparate unproductive. This is *not* Michael's Weblog.. this is 'Erp'. If I knew anyone else who had half a mind to post something interesting to read on here they would be posting here too. Like Ross for an example, who apparently finds typing difficult, as evidenced by his complete lack of electronic communication of late. But I digress.. You're ranting and run-on thoughts about psych and the way we work are 10 times more interesting to read than it is to listen to. Sometimes that's the awful truth. I'm not sure if it goes that way for my run-on story telling, but from the oft-voiced complaints I get during my oral presentations I would guess so to. I can only surmise they are somewhat more bearable in written form where one can peruse, skip over, and generally ignore entire paragraphs of nonsense .. and at their own pace.