on re-launching
Looking at the posts below, I see it has been about 11 months since I’ve posted anything of any interest here. Indeed, there was a post proclaiming that I was “done with this page”, which made me a two-time LJ quitter, and now this lines me up for the inevitable third time at some future date.
But that’s not what this post is about, nor am I here to dig up the corpse of the past and give it a good hummer for the sake of ”all that could/should/would have been”, because I’ve been there and done that, and the t-shirt doesn’t even fit my fat ass these days. Let’s talk about “the now”, as in the sequel to “the then”, and why I suddenly felt the need to start making noise here, where there was such a peaceful silence before.
The simple, short answer is that I’m a noisy fella.
Strike that, I think I’m a formerly noisy fella, who now finds himself at a quiet point in life, and all that is worth contemplating has been contemplated (were it only that simple, eh?) and now I’m getting fidgety in all this silence. In days of yore, I used to scream to get folks’ attention, and it seemed to be an effective device. These days I’m usually content just napping with my cat, which would be perfectly fine were my last name Schwarzenbach, but I’m no Blake and my cat will never inspire me to those levels of godliness no matter how many hours I slumber beside him.
So that puts me back here, awake at present, and struggling to coax a voice out of the silence. I think it’s a healthy concept, and I could certainly stand to have something productive to do when I’m finding myself awake in the small hours, as I’m known to do. I have no plans, which is probably good, since I’m pretty terrible at following the ones I do make. I’d say this space will be filled by whatever muse is moving me, whenever that movement happens. I’d imagine photos to consume a majority of this space, with the occasional burst of text. That suits me fine. At this point, I think I’m typing words to an absent audience, and I’m not sure when or if I’m even going to put effort into scraping up a new crowd to baffle with my BS. For now I’m content with just having this be the electronic equivalent of me mumbling into my shirtsleeve and giggling to myself, like that guy on the bus that no one sits by.
With this post out of the way, consider the bottle broken against the bow, so let’s see if this thing is seaworthy.
But that’s not what this post is about, nor am I here to dig up the corpse of the past and give it a good hummer for the sake of ”all that could/should/would have been”, because I’ve been there and done that, and the t-shirt doesn’t even fit my fat ass these days. Let’s talk about “the now”, as in the sequel to “the then”, and why I suddenly felt the need to start making noise here, where there was such a peaceful silence before.
The simple, short answer is that I’m a noisy fella.
Strike that, I think I’m a formerly noisy fella, who now finds himself at a quiet point in life, and all that is worth contemplating has been contemplated (were it only that simple, eh?) and now I’m getting fidgety in all this silence. In days of yore, I used to scream to get folks’ attention, and it seemed to be an effective device. These days I’m usually content just napping with my cat, which would be perfectly fine were my last name Schwarzenbach, but I’m no Blake and my cat will never inspire me to those levels of godliness no matter how many hours I slumber beside him.
So that puts me back here, awake at present, and struggling to coax a voice out of the silence. I think it’s a healthy concept, and I could certainly stand to have something productive to do when I’m finding myself awake in the small hours, as I’m known to do. I have no plans, which is probably good, since I’m pretty terrible at following the ones I do make. I’d say this space will be filled by whatever muse is moving me, whenever that movement happens. I’d imagine photos to consume a majority of this space, with the occasional burst of text. That suits me fine. At this point, I think I’m typing words to an absent audience, and I’m not sure when or if I’m even going to put effort into scraping up a new crowd to baffle with my BS. For now I’m content with just having this be the electronic equivalent of me mumbling into my shirtsleeve and giggling to myself, like that guy on the bus that no one sits by.
With this post out of the way, consider the bottle broken against the bow, so let’s see if this thing is seaworthy.