Bloomsday Night

101 years ago in fictional Dublin, a middle-aged Jewish guy named Leopold Bloom spent a day wandering around, bumping into people, his thoughts and random associations clanging and swirling into theirs.

Tonight, driving home late, I turned on the radio and heard the same kind of cacophanous exciting barging clanging chorus of voices as you can read in Ulysses, or in a particularly felicitous blog-surfing binge. And darned if it wasn't an homage to both: excerpts from a day's worth of blog posts from all over the world, brought to my happy ears by from Open Source Radio.

So, happy Bloomsday! Happy Blogsday!