In comments to today's earlier post about the DoITT RFP for New York City's application to ICANN for a top-level domain, The ICANN Gong Show, Chris Clarke wrote:
All this does, of course, suggest the creation of ".y!sctp" as a blogs-only TLD.
There can be one, if we want it. See also the Koufax posts.
There will certainly be a .blog. It won't be ours, unless we use the rules. I wrote the rules, so it is possible. Its just not easy or free. We do have choices, both without, and within, the rules.
But first, a detour, a necessary detour, because what I'm about, what we're about, for several, partially overlapping values of "we", is culture. Its preservation, and its creation, and because, as a blog, Wampum is Abenaki.
Gluskabe poured water into the maples because the Abenakis were fat and lazy, lying around sipping the syrup from the trees. Wood must be cut, sap collected, rocks heated and the sap boiled down to make syrup, that is the way Glusakabe changed the world.
Klosk8ba changes the Maple Trees
N8wad sen8moziak n'mildogonnawak p8gwizogalos8b8n.
Long ago maple trees us they gave pure maple syrup.
Kwanigadek chaga awani kadowesmo zogalos8b8n w'kiziba
All year round if someone was thirsty for syrup he could
boskweno beska8dwensis ta zogalos8b8n bagebatasen.
break off a twig and syrup dripped out.
Salakiwi Klozk8ba kiston wd'odokaw8kba aln8bak.
Once Klozk8ba decided he should visit them the human beings.
Chiga pai8n wd'odanaw8k zigwagen.
When he came to their village it was empty.
anigenop w'wiwnwigw8menow8l.
It had grown up with trees and vegetation between their homes.
"T8ni pm8zowinnoak?" Klozk8ba wd'elaldamop.
"where are the people?" Klozk8ba he wondered.
Niga w'nodamen msinasat8gwat sen8moziikok.
Then he heard it a sighing sound from in the maples.
wd'elossan kpiwik ta w'maskawanak pm8sowinnoak.
He goes to the woods and he finds them the humans.
Mziwik wd'elesinobanik nagwakwa w'kebasizekowal.
All of them they were lying under the trees their eyes closed.
kizi w'boskwenonowal beska8dwensisal ta
they had broken off twigs and
zogalos8b8n w'chigitow8 bagebatasen wd'al8mdonowal.
syrup they let it drip into their mouths.
Wikaoak!
They were fat!
wd'adebaodepkwanowal ta
They had tangled long hair and
anigon w'wiwniw8k.
the land it grew up with vegetation around them.
w'gwanosmin8p zogalos8b8n w'msinasaadit.
While they drank it the maple syrup they sighed.
"Nda wligen," Klozk8ba idamop.
"Not good is it" Klosk8ba said.
Klozk8ba maskwaka ta
Klozk8ba peeled the bark from a birch tree and
kiziton maskwainoda
he made it a birchbark container
W'n8daziban sibok.
He went to dip water from the river.
w'zogenadawan mziwik wskidsen8moziikok.
He poured it on all of them on top of the maple trees.
Zogalebihla majip8gwat ta pm8zowinnoak wd'abiidit.
The maple sap became bad tasting and the people they sat.
"Kagwi lla?" nadodemaak. "T8ni n'zogalimelassesembna?"
"what's happening?" they asked. "Where is our sweet syrup?"
"k'wikaohlab8p ta k'zazig8dahlab8p," Klosk8ba idamop.
"You have become fat and you have become lazy," Klosk8ba said.
"Wzomi k'negem8wzibnop wji ki8w8. Nikw8bi kd'achowiba melikaloka
"Too much your living was easy for you. Now you must work hard
k'waj8nemen8 zogalos8b8n.
in order to (so that you may) have syrup.
Kd'achowiba maanemen zogalebi al8mimsalinodaal ta
You must collect it maple sap in many containers and
k'zogenanowal al8mamasolemenikok.
pour them into dugout logs.
Kd'achowiba maanemenal awazonal ta k'wlitebiponsan8
You must collect it fire wood and make good fires
wji zogelozw8ganal senal
for cooking stones
enni iolil kd'awakanowal
which you use them
wji zigosan zogalebi
to boil it down the maple sap
wji zogalikaw8gan.
for maple sugarmaking.
Chiga k'paamizigosa ta noskito waz8li,
If you boil it down more and add snow,
k'waj8n8bnaji zigwan k'kizi zogalipi!
you will have left over (what is left after melting or boiling away) maple sugar you can eat!
Kanwa nikw8bi ibitta pazegweda negwejigadenewaiwi zogalebinji
But now only once during every year the maple sap will
lijowahazo zigwaniwi Zogalikasek,
flow in the spring (the melting away time) in April (the sugar maker moon),
wjiji kd'aibnaji alamizi wji magaw8gan sen8moziikok."
in order that you will be grateful for the gift from the maple trees."
Llaki ni nikw8bi.
So it is now.

I'm traveling to the ICANN meeting in Seoul in a week. In my parfleche there will be two dozen applications, and adding one for blogtopia is a simple matter for me. If it were 2003 or even 2005, it would be a simple matter for blogtopia too.
Here are the fundamental rules. Terms first: "open" means without restriction, other than the unstated restriction of making enough to pay costs, like Verisign's .com, and "community", sometimes called "closed" means something else, a cut-out created to protect tribes and similar cultural affiliations, like .cat, for users who write and read in Catalan.
- if the application is "open", then if the string has value, and "blog" does, though "b!sctp" does not, overlooking the awkwardness of the exclamation point, then the deepest pocket wins, via auction, else
- if "community", then the "community" must be bounded, and large enough to support a registry, else
- the string must be inobvious and hidden until the application is filed to escape the greed interest of speculators, which exist, and
- it always costs $185,000, just to file the application.
- not "in the rules", but wicked obvious, the applicant has to pass on offers of easy living lying under the trees their eyes closed, skimming direct, or indirect revenue from the abusers of the net, who also exist.
I suggest a non-profit or a workers cooperative as the legal vehicle to propose .mumble, and come up with the policy, whether "open" (and undetected) or "community" (and defended by broad community support likely to (a) prevail when the "community" claim of the application is tested, and (b) repel speculative or simply other-oriented competitors), and become the contracting entity.
It is simpler than it looks, but to dance one must put one's feet on the earth and push. I can dot tees and cross eyes, but more hands than one must hold the pen.