Monday, Monday

In requiem:

Monday Monday, can’t trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.
Mamas & Papas, Monday, Monday (c) John Phillips

I read, somewhere, recently, some figures about the number of blogs that start and die. Perhaps it was here. Perhaps it was elsewhere. No matter. The figures aren’t the point. Some blogs are still born. Some survive. Some, star-like, nova brightly and then fade in quiesence, perhaps to be reborn in the next cycle.

We all have other blogs we visit, and read, for any number of purposes. Today, I mention and rue the passing, or at least the temporarily permanent retreat into silence, of one of those other blogs: a Canadian law, philosophy, and politics blog known as Pith and Substance. Borrowing, modifying, and paraphrasing, please hum along with me:

Once there was a blogman camped in the billabongs,
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree,
And he sang as he looked at the old billy boiling,
“Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me?”
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong,
“Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me?”

I’m posting this early so that I’ll have tonight and tomorrow and because I’m asking Slaw readers to drink a toast – using a favourite tipple: mine will be a Macallan 15 single malt that I’ll tip at exactly midnight EST, tonight – to a blog that was and may yet be again. Fare-the-well, Pithlord and, from my heritage, l’chaim (to life).

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