I've rarely experienced writer's block.  My fingers operate by themselves, usually, when touching lettered keys.  The blogging medium, new to me, has inserted a problem into my brain.  I've tried twice before this to write a third entry.  I struggle with not knowing how to deal yet with an unfamiliar medium.  The idea of making purposeful comments on specific subjects now seems inappropriate.  I want to break up the rigidity of categories and write whatever I feel like writing.
     Some might say, "It's your blog.  You can do whatever you want."  My thoughts, though, tend in the direction of trying to figure out what I'm going to do, followed by a seemingly casual switch to improvisation; a technique that prevails because it's more fun than mapping the imagination in advance of a creative session.  Hence, the following paragraph.
     Kim Kardashian's ass is in the news.  A widely published photo, in censored and uncensored versions, shows the whatever-the-hell-she-is standing nude with erupting champagne, her fantastic waist lending her the appearance of a dumbbell.  The image has been obviously altered, creating an impossible body, although her real ass is quite prominent.  Reaction has been strong, some celebrities tweeting remarks like, "Kim, how could you?"  We're supposed to be shocked by the photo, I guess.  We're supposed to forget the far more grotesque and grinding presence of the Kardashians in popular culture, a family featured in alleged reality TV shows.  When Kim appears in a magazine spread shaped somewhat like a Barbie Doll, this fakery is condemned.