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I’m feeling particularly un-inspired this week. But I also feel that I should be updating this web page, so there lays the conundrum. Is it worth my time to post a boring update? Ever since Minnie fixed my web page it has made it a lot easier to update so it’s really not a big deal to do any more. It’s really just a matter of preference or aesthete I suppose.

Also is it worth it for you to even read this? If you read this lousy uninspired update and have never visited this web page before you might blow it off and never read any thing else I’ve written. Of course you might just blow this off anyway regardless of the quality of today’s update. You might hate my name, or the fact that I live in a trailer park, or any number of things.

But since this page is free, both to me and to anyone who comes into my little web world, how do I quantify worth? Worth in this case, has nothing to do with money and everything to do with everything else. Is it worth Time, or Effort, or The Stress of writing something “Good”? Just because something is worth it right now, I could be that in an hour it won’t be. If September 11th has taught us anything, it’s taught us that there is no intrinsic value of “worth” and everything’s value is subject to change at a moments notice.

Now, if worth is totally subjective and in a constant state of flux, does that makes it impossible to define good or bad in areas such as worth? The worth of Art, the worth of Writing, the worth of Happiness or sorrow or life or death, the worth of Beanie Babies and baseball cards. These things all have “worth” but not the same worth to the same people. Where does this spiral of subjective worth end?

Does anything have real, solid, stone under foot, brick and mortar, worth and if not, then what makes updating a web page worth it?

Is worth, as Stuart Smally says to the mirror, “because I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and darn it, people like me” or is it a little bit more?

I'm thinking that worth of this page or my writing or anything else I touch must be priced by the unfettered ego. So I guess if that isn’t looking into a mirror saying self affirmations than I don’t know what is.

...well now thats bleak...

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