Okay, that’s a lie. I didn’t forget. In fact, I think about it just about every day and come away with a remarkable sense of grave disappointment. I have a fantastic domain, I dropped quite a bit of coin on Thesis, and I am arguably the greatest writer of our (or any) generation. So much potential confounded by so much apathy, laziness, and lack of time management skills.
A certain someone (who I will not mention by name) has been bugging me a bit to get back into blogging. As he put it, ‘Less Tweeting and more blogging’. And he’s right. As much as I adore FriendFeed (and, to a lesser extent, Twitter), it does drain me of most desire to write long-form. Either I can work diligently to cook a big meal or I can pop some frozen nuggets into the microwave and be satiated two minutes and thirty seconds later. Instant gratification gratifies instantly, as they say back in the old country.
The other issue is that I’m not really sure what I’m doing here. I don’t to want to play tagalong with the so-called ‘technorati’. I’ll never scoop them and writing cynically contrary posts about events that have been going on just isn’t going to cut it for me (at least not enough as the main motive of this site goes, that is). There are enough talking heads out there trying to english a spin on the news-of-the-moment. Do you guys really need to hear me wax sardonically about social media? The very thought of it makes me want to puke.
So, what am I going to do here? I have no idea but I’m being prodded and I’m grateful for it. It’s flattering and, well, flattery, competition, and Reese’s Cups get me motivated like no other things in life. I’ll figure out something. In the meanwhile, here’s a picture of a croissant:
