My name is ---er-not Kachiwookiboo!!!

Well, thought there was some kind of literary propriety in beginning a blog with a great sounding title like that. Ahem, great sounding !! And whom are we kidding ? All grandeur like beauty, veracity and serendipity is subjective. What may seem a grab at a hip intriguing curiosity curdling title to me may look to you like the jaded remains of the last of the literary outputs of the consortium of cliche celebrating columnists. What may seem an embodiment of God's own definition of beauty to a cassock bearing ramrod straight abbot (think Hieronymous Bosch!! and look no farther east than Eden no matter what a certain Steinbeck tells you!!!) may seem to me like a tepid piece of unimaginative landscaping !!!

And what may seems like serendipity (they called it fate and destiny in more enlightened times) might just seem the "bleeding obvious if you jokers had jogged something grey that flitted in between your ears" to another ( now wouldn't we all love to get all caustic and say that to a trembling co-worker!!!)
So for starters what is all the ado about choosing a name for a blog?
Grandeur can go for a hike into the farther reaches of the Magellan, serendipity used to be the stuff of tale they told me in school to lure unsuspecting young kids into science and as for beauty, well, nothing like a woman afflicted with it, on the arms of a thorough prick with a Porsche and an attitude more gargantuan than his obese frame to let onto you that God does have a sense of humour that is at best ironic and at worst something that chose to wink itself out of time and space a long long time ago.
" Alright lets not be getting too uppity about young master and don;t ramble !!! get to the point !!!"
Ye Sirree!!
'Throat-clearing'- Alright here;s the point- I am worried about the name for my blog.
It ought to be grandiloquent- the kind that leaves me amused on normal days and fills me with a self-congratulatory impulse when I am in a Cary grant mood, the kind that can cheer you up on days when you feel writing is not worth it and impel you to go that one word more that will make your blog a supremely lucid statement on twenty first century angst which by the by sounds suspiciously like the parchments on discontent in the university of Alexandria.
It ought to be beautiful like the eye-catching candy that Sidney Sheldon throws at you- Stranger In A Mirror, Show Me Your Dreams (or some such !!!) . Dark, alluring , and a splash of Gothic, and it ought to have a latent undercurrent of power (Daniken's 'Chariot of the Gods' or the 'Tristan Betrayal' by Ludlum) and the poetic completeness of 'Mill On The Floss', 'Lorna Doone' and 'The Mayor of Casterbridge'!!
It ought to, lastly and probably most importantly, encode that fleeting glimpse of inspired lunacy that a really good title can sneak upon u with. 'Scarlet Pimpernel , 'Stars Like Dust' , 'Keeping Mum' (That last is actually a gem of a Rowan Atkinson movie.) ET.AL. A kind of forbearing of something mischevous and quirky about to happen augmenting a healthy tingling anticipation- the kind of title that you dream up only in the middle of a lazy afternoon non-siesta or in the delightful no man's land between sleep and wakening. !!!! In other words a stroke of literary serendipity, a word or two floating about in your head suddenly coming together in a flash triggered by some long forgotten association or a heavy dose of laterally oriented speculation that just IS IT!! The kind of perfection that would have Giuseppe exclaiming "EXACTIMO!!!"
But above all it should be your own title !!
something that you know IS you!!
Hmm well I love wayward comets!!
They are like mysterious spoilt brats of the universe free to explore and cavort about, let loose in a dazzling sea of " Alright its stark staring nothingness except for some pinpricks of light but its still a sea"!!
Reminds me of a teenager let loose in the Chinese emperors ' palace and finding his way into the harem section !! !!! Alright that was an abuse of the word "lateral"!!

So it does qualify for the serendipity part I guess !! Is it beautiful? Yes- in a very Christmassy sort of "Hark the angels sing , comets have a smiling blink " kind of way. Cool mysterious nights in Stonehenge with a wizened gaunt man the villagers call Merlin sitting weaving threads soft and intricate, of a charm net; with comets occasionally rippling through the Sarum sky!!

Night of wonders and of delightful foreboding !!
There goes that and Mark 2 for grandeur !!
Well Merlin and Stonehenge says it all !!


Good enough to get me up in front of the comp and go pottering about on my very own sky scape!!