comix64 | infinite jest's relation to the past-tense written blog's omnipotent viewpoint

while sat in the booth closest to the cashiers' desk at my local slim chickens, and before that, in the shotgun of a santa fe, i booted up my beloved nintendo 3ds, opened universal-edit, and typed out the following:

i realized, while sat in the shotgun of a santa fe, cruising
at ~40mph, that Infinite Jest is mildly similar to any blog
i really enjoy, when each post is read in isolation to each
other, like how Infinite Jest presents events in a fairly
random order, other than their context being provided and
them all, at least, having recurring or similar topics.
except blogs can have any topic as long as the author is
involved.

i wrote this because i assumed i'd forget it by the time i returned home, which i didn't, which was a total waste of time avoiding bumps that would screw up my typing on my resistive-touch keyboard.

to clarify:

Infinite Jest is complex. it has multiple plots, some only tangentially related, and while consecutive events are shown as they unfold, the book presents itself to you in a sort of Lord English order. it has already unfolded, in a sense. events are given to you in random order, and you are left to piece together their true fabula, since the book's syuzhet isnt very helpful; the first chapter takes place last, chronologically. nothing tells you this, so for a while you go about assuming Hal just did some serious mammalian regressions and vomited and got restrained and then just went on with life like that, without so much as any context as to why his deliberate and well-considered internal reasoning, hand motions and speech were interpreted as mental retardation, especially with the view through Hal's mind (which describes what he does as very whatever-the-hell-isn't drooling) instead of the coaches (whom, because of your limited view through Hal's mind and not theirs, seem to hear his beautiful and well-articulated speech and then strangle him above a toilet and curse out his accompaniment for raising such a creature).

a well-written blog that focuses on the author's past rather than, say, game reviews or what happened today on the street rather than what occurred on that street on, like, their 7th birthday, mirrors that in a sense. you can shuffle the order of posts (or just read them backwards like Dreamwidth gives you them, since authors tend to pick random eventful-events, rather than the chronos of every day in order since birth) in a way similar to the page-by-page shuffling David Foster Wallace did when composing his masterpiece. to read a blog is to be omnipotent but tethered to the author, but to still be omnipotent time-wise to all past works of recount, and to be able to come to know of all of the past published by the given blog owner. what i really mean to say is, if you write a blog that details things that've happened to you, i'll damn well read it. and i hope you know once i've read it all i will spend some time imagining the rest of it, all that did and didn't happen, and unless you've had a camera strapped to you since you left your mother, i will never know what's what in terms of fiction. and maybe i like my recollection with a sprinkle of doubt, no?