“Around the fire, after a day of grubbing for grubs or dancing between the legs of a woolly mammoth, our ancestors didn’t harangue cavemates about how their new improved spear thrower would jump-start their sex life. You can’t fool anyone around the fire, because you’ve all been doing the same thing all day, your frailties and strengths on display.”
I love Britt Blaser’s new metaphor for blogging–the relaxed, communal, and various late-night chitchat of multiple voices around a campfire.
Link via Scripting— thanks, Dave!