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I think it's probably long past time that I went ahead and closed up shop here. I can't remember the last time I posted anything of any substance. One could argue that I never did and I certainly wouldn't argue against that.
I'm grateful to all of you who are still here and still reading for everything that you've given me, the good and the bad, over the years. I learned a lot - about each of you, yes, but also about myself. I think being here was, on the whole, a rather valuable experience. I remember the days when we'd use this space to share photos, organize events, and tell stories (remember Zombie Apocalypse Day? That was so much fun!). We got married, we had kids, we went to graduate school, we lost our way, we fought, we managed to mess up everything, but we were a small, tightly-knit club, and we were in it because we wanted to be in it. Such was the experience we had before Facebook and MySpace and the mass reach of those platforms sort of turned everything I once knew the Web to be about - communities, common interests, shared values - into a giant neon ad-served disaster. The ropes of our shared experiences have long since frayed and broke off and I've been sailing a different course since.
For those of you who have been locked out of the proceedings, rest assured that hardly anything's been posted here in quite some time now, probably about two years or so. Nothing juicy, to be sure; I've become as boring as bottled water. I work a lot for a job I love, I spend a lot of time reading, and my house is spotless. And no, it's not going to get much more personal than that.
I still bear the battle wounds from the wars everyone once waged here, and now wage over Facebook or Tumblr or whatever the hell the kids are calling their Internet Home these days. I opted out. I'm okay with that. At my age, you wind up looking at all of it and deciding you're done with trying to please everyone. I think I got there right about January of 2009 and was hoping the mojo would return, but alas, it's been nearly two years and I have way too much to do and a life that needs to be lived. I am not at all interested in trying to place myself in everyone else's context anymore and I found, increasingly, that the more of me there was online, the more I found myself having to do that for everyone and really, I cannot possibly be bothered anymore. Your context is fine for you, but I just don't exist in it. I'm tired of people assuming that I do. It is depressing and sad but it is also liberating and elating. I have pronounced myself free of it.
You may peruse the public me in any of the approved Internet watering holes and the context, of course, is now totally up to you. You may otherwise go about your lives as ever you have, without my input. Unless, of course, you need or want it, in which case you ought to know how to get a hold of me by now.
I'll leave comments on this open in case anyone's trying to find me or needs to question me or say something. Haters' club included. I can't guarantee I'll answer.
Thank you again, everyone. It's been a great ten years. I'm on to my next challenge and the rest of my life now.
I'm grateful to all of you who are still here and still reading for everything that you've given me, the good and the bad, over the years. I learned a lot - about each of you, yes, but also about myself. I think being here was, on the whole, a rather valuable experience. I remember the days when we'd use this space to share photos, organize events, and tell stories (remember Zombie Apocalypse Day? That was so much fun!). We got married, we had kids, we went to graduate school, we lost our way, we fought, we managed to mess up everything, but we were a small, tightly-knit club, and we were in it because we wanted to be in it. Such was the experience we had before Facebook and MySpace and the mass reach of those platforms sort of turned everything I once knew the Web to be about - communities, common interests, shared values - into a giant neon ad-served disaster. The ropes of our shared experiences have long since frayed and broke off and I've been sailing a different course since.
For those of you who have been locked out of the proceedings, rest assured that hardly anything's been posted here in quite some time now, probably about two years or so. Nothing juicy, to be sure; I've become as boring as bottled water. I work a lot for a job I love, I spend a lot of time reading, and my house is spotless. And no, it's not going to get much more personal than that.
I still bear the battle wounds from the wars everyone once waged here, and now wage over Facebook or Tumblr or whatever the hell the kids are calling their Internet Home these days. I opted out. I'm okay with that. At my age, you wind up looking at all of it and deciding you're done with trying to please everyone. I think I got there right about January of 2009 and was hoping the mojo would return, but alas, it's been nearly two years and I have way too much to do and a life that needs to be lived. I am not at all interested in trying to place myself in everyone else's context anymore and I found, increasingly, that the more of me there was online, the more I found myself having to do that for everyone and really, I cannot possibly be bothered anymore. Your context is fine for you, but I just don't exist in it. I'm tired of people assuming that I do. It is depressing and sad but it is also liberating and elating. I have pronounced myself free of it.
You may peruse the public me in any of the approved Internet watering holes and the context, of course, is now totally up to you. You may otherwise go about your lives as ever you have, without my input. Unless, of course, you need or want it, in which case you ought to know how to get a hold of me by now.
I'll leave comments on this open in case anyone's trying to find me or needs to question me or say something. Haters' club included. I can't guarantee I'll answer.
Thank you again, everyone. It's been a great ten years. I'm on to my next challenge and the rest of my life now.