Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Ha! It's been more than three-and-a-half years since my last post here. Such an exciting life I live, evidently in avoidance of personal blogging. Such a large amount of important stuff has happened since I last posted, and yet, evidently appropriately, none of it was deemed worthy of noting here. Maybe that's because I've had an internal mental separation between publishing about personal things and living them.

Well, at least until Facebook came along.

The historic theme of this blog has boiled down to, essentially, not blogging about things. I'm actually quite proud of this and it's a substantial history stretching back more than six years. That's pretty significant, to keep something up consistently for that long. It can be hard not blogging about things. Don't knock it until you try it. You do? Crap. Well, one can dream.

I think the personal blogging trend that was trying to happen way back when I started this didn't catch on with the general public because writing, actual writing, can be hard work. It requires thought, attention to detail, organization, and some discipline. The popular social media venues, like Facebook and Twitter, allow quick, painless writing that requires little of those things. Facebook and Twitter, by design, don't allow people to write anything longer than a short paragraph, so the usual exercises of organization, flow management, thought collection, review, editing, etc., never come into play. I see this as both good and bad.

It's good because a lot of people just don't have those skills, and without the currently popular social media venues they'd never bother to write about things as much as they do. Perhaps the main alternative writing avenue would be email, which is usually directed at a single person or a few people, rather than for the broader audiences that consume the typical Facebook or Twitter post. So now people who would otherwise not broadcast their writing at all routinely write for bigger audiences, albeit only a few sentences at a time.

I think that's better than not doing it at all.

On the other hand, it's bad because people who do have, or might have, the skills to write longer pieces of worthwhile prose may be letting those skills atrophy or just not take the opportunity to develop or even discover them. We may be living amongst the next Shakespeares, but they may never be because they never discover or develop their own talents because they don't exercise the skills required to really write. They "post" or "tweet" instead, which is just not the same thing.

And I've not even touched on anything that has to do with paper. It used to be that when writing was involved paper was necessarily involved, but no more. I don't know whether that's good or bad, either, but it's certainly different.

So, there it is. Yet another blog about not blogging. When I started this blog over six years ago I had no idea that I'd find a blogging niche, and couldn't have guessed that this would be it. I like it. It's unique. It also requires herculean discipline to maintain the quality of the product. Or not. More like not.

See you in I-have-no-idea-how-long and maybe I'll have something to say next time.

Cheers. May your endorphins be plentiful.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Hidey ho, neighbor!

Well, crap.

It's pretty much a year since my last post here, and I think that's not really a bad interval for a personal blog. As much as the culture and technology and trends for web use and personal blogging in particular change, I think there's a lot of evolution left to happen. I don't think we're even close to knowing what's going to be "normal" for blogging or whatever form of internet publishing of personal details might be all the latest rage (like Twitter).

Personally, I think it's a little bit sad that there seems to be a need for people to publish, not even anonymously, lots and lots of intimate little details of their personal lives. It's not that long ago that the phrase "too much information!" was popular, but now teh intarweb is flooded with all sorts of things that people probably shouldn't, or don't want to, know about each other. In a weird way, though, the sheer volume of the drivel that's out there gives any individual a bit of privacy, since it's unlikely that more than a few people will see it. The vast density of the enormous forest keeps any one tree from being seen. Would that that were true for the actual forests, but, hey, we gotta deal with reality.

Or do we?

A secret amusement of mine (well, hell, so much for that secret) is considering that the majority of the "personal detail" blogs or MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, what-have-you entries are completely fake. Some sick bastards are likely laughing their collective asses off behind their keyboards while completely fabricating intimate details of some imagined life for the voyeuristic consumption of others.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it'll all boil down to the fact that there's no substitute for real-live face-to-face conversations and personal relationships. There'll always be a place for internet liaisons and the web is a venue where one can say things and express themselves in ways that may not otherwise happen. From that perspective there's genuine value in blogs or other forms of internet expression, since it does provide a unique avenue for such personal revelation and discovery. One of the hardest things about "growing up" in this world, I think, is sorting out just how normal you are and where you may best fit in this world. If someone otherwise shy finds confidence from knowing that they're not the only collector of geriatric mouse whiskers on the planet, well, that's probably not a bad thing. Especially if that new-found confidence translates to real-world personal relationships.

Hey, look at that. Several paragraphs of blog appear just like that!

Maybe it'll be another year before I do it again. ;)

Friday, May 04, 2007

Spring 2007 Update

Yaaay! I've found my way back to the blog!

And it wasn't easy. The login changes due to the integration with Google completely hosed my ability to get back here. After jumping through hoops of fire, though, I have arrived safely back at my erstwhile and occassional blog domain.

So now what?

For a person with a lot to say I sure don't put this thing to very good use.

Crap, back to the real world...

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

So this is how it goes...

Well, this blog thing certainly hasn't grabbed my attention, as I've not posted since December of last year.

And it's not like nothing has happened.

It's just that nothing has happened that made me think, "Dang! I need to blog that!"

Maybe that's just because I've not yet become a serial blogger. A habitual blogger. A cathartic blogger or venting blogger. Spewing, hurling, gut-spilling blogger.

But I can learn. I'm just not sure I want to.

I write about stuff plenty often enough, over on or some of the other forums that I frequent, or even on one of the private mailing lists of which I'm part, or on email distributions to the select elite few that I want to know the latest tidbit, whatever. Just not so much blogging. It's a medium onto which I've not yet caught.

But I'm happy to take the occassional baby step.

Like this.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Thieves Suck

I live in a good neighborhood, in an isolated area in a tangled maze of streets. Within this twisty maze, I live on a cul-de-sac. Last Sunday I had a track event and had the car on the trailer hitched to my truck, all parked in front of my house. To save some time in the morning, I put my brand-new set of race tires on my spare set of wheels flat in the bed in the back of the truck. I did this at about 10:30pm, knowing I'd be up and back out there at 5:30am.

At 5:30am the tires and wheels were gone.

I should say that I race a Taurus. A Ford Taurus. I'm the only guy in AZ, and likely in the entire southwest, that tracks a Taurus. The bolt pattern and wheel offset on the Taurus is fairly unique, and is shared with only a few other cars, including a few Volvos. The tires are race tires, and not the greatest choice for street use. So unless whoever took these also races a Taurus or a Volvo they're wasted.


Monday, October 10, 2005

My new religion.

I've been considering religion again after a long period away. So far I have it narrowed down to two candidates, The Church of the Subgenius ( and Pastafarianism (

They both have their points. The Church of the Subgenius is certainly better established, but Flying Spaghetti Monsterism, (Pastafarians believe the universe was created by the Flying Spaghetti Monster), has a beer volcano and a stripper factory in their heaven. That's pretty tempting.

So right now I'm leaning toward FSMism. It's simpler and I already feel like I fit in. They understand me. Isn't that important in selecting a religion?

Maybe He'll touch me with His Noodly Appendage and I'll have an epiphanistic conversion. Until then I shall remain suitably skeptical.

But, damn, a beer volcano...

Saturday, September 24, 2005

First Post

Gotta start somewhere, so this is it. :)

I've succumbed to the pressure to start a blog site. Like many people, I've got lots to say, but not a lot of time to sit down and type about it sufficiently coherently to be useful or amusing to others.

But I shall do my best.

Bush sucks.

That's all for now. May your endorphins always be plentiful.