Feeds:Thursday, Thirteenth Week?
"If we were doing the dishes, and we couldn't find the nipple rings, that would be a catastrophe." -Claire, 10/23/11
In theory, spent empty time today at the school working on the Baby Blog; this was derailed by an exploration of top-level domains. In theory, I'm working on it right now; but I got distracted by an error I found in the local version of Smallhouse, and wanted to make sure the online version was working as expected. And while I was here...
It's odd. I can't really be sure of why I stopped writing my usual stream of introspective drivel here. There are a number of factors: Spending more time with Claire, developing a strong external focus, having someone with which to discuss introspective musings and get useful and meaningful feedback in real time; working more, programming projects, having less time for web tinkering and self-fascination; the rise of social media as a means of interpersonal communication and web presence, blogging having gone from an unpopular antisocial wave of the future to a popular ubiquitous wave of the present to an unpopular outmoded wave of the past. I'm sure being poor enough that I couldn't make hosting payments for a year, and the break in continuity that resulted, were also significant factors.
Whatever the reason, I feel like I've lost the knack of it. I know that anyone reading this can go back through the archives a bit and see that my writing (Do you still call it writing if it's blogging?) was never the stuff of greatness, but it usually felt right while I was typing it. Now I feel more artificial, stilted. I guess my options are to get back in the saddle and crank until it feels natural, or to let the past be the past. After all, I'm a changed man. I've got a family that depends on me, real adult situations all up in my grille. But it's not like I've stopped thinking that writing is a good idea. I'm probably not going to try to throw the Milleverbium into Plan I - its track record is frankly too terrible, and I don't want to weight down a fairly successful endeavor - but the appeal of writing a thousand words every day cannot be denied.
How mature is it to retain a reckless ambition?
And speaking of crazy writing, a Trib article today used the word 'Hogwartian' to refer to the U of C campus. Kids these days.
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