This blog was playing hooky here recently. The ambivalent blogger was responsible.
While craving a schedule, something like a weekly show of sorts, a regular routine is just not natural to the chaotic swirl of the blogger's disposition. Though he loves peace and quiet more than about anything these days- no, peace and music. It's the clock, engagements, etc. that incessant ticking and tocking of time, that race against the watch, that accompanying stress, that- it all just drops.
The blogger will now stop referring to himself in the third person and talk in his normal vernacular voice- perhaps normal abnormal voice. Yes, it's me. I'm writing. About 3 times or more I've gone for it: a weekly spot with consistency. Yes, I love that addictive reliability of something like a daily comic strip or nightly or weekly anything, but there will inevitably come a point in time when I won't know what time it is, or even what day of the week it is, and I'll be so wrapped up in something at that given moment that I actually just completely forget all about it, until later.
There are no deadlines unto myself, so why make them? There will be plenty of schedules to adhere to without my own doing myself in. Tickets, though, airplanes, buses, trains, etc., I always make them in time.
A blog, though, is a wonderful electronic public journal. I want to be everywhere always and yet don't want to be anywhere at any given time nor hardly have many people know where I am sometimes. I don't want to cage my words, actions or thoughts into a time slot, yet there is a coziness there that I appreciate... I want an audience across the world yet I want solitude, too. Cognitive dissonance, ha.
What is the point in this blog is somewhat like asking what is the point in life. That question didn't even end in a question mark, was that question even a question, or more likely, a rhetorical one.
It's true that the blogger of Notes From The Studonym (Stew-donym) has a proclivity and affinity for nonsense, yet also digs straightforward direct prose.
The colors of the spectrum look good together.
Frankly, it is about time. There is too much to keep up with- doing it all is a great nearly impossible juggling act and so it's bound to topple over and frequently, so the only thing is just to keep picking up the tricks when they spill and seeing how long you can prolong.
I'm just trying to figure out a blueprint for this blog that would work. Right now, I'm thinking I'm keeping it going as a weekly thing again, still (somewhere around a Tuesday and a Wednesday) but will probably disappear on a sabbatical of sorts for some weeks here and there throughout the year. We'll see how many of these I do next year- I'm making the rules for it, anyway.
Happy Holidaze Around the Globe!
While craving a schedule, something like a weekly show of sorts, a regular routine is just not natural to the chaotic swirl of the blogger's disposition. Though he loves peace and quiet more than about anything these days- no, peace and music. It's the clock, engagements, etc. that incessant ticking and tocking of time, that race against the watch, that accompanying stress, that- it all just drops.
The blogger will now stop referring to himself in the third person and talk in his normal vernacular voice- perhaps normal abnormal voice. Yes, it's me. I'm writing. About 3 times or more I've gone for it: a weekly spot with consistency. Yes, I love that addictive reliability of something like a daily comic strip or nightly or weekly anything, but there will inevitably come a point in time when I won't know what time it is, or even what day of the week it is, and I'll be so wrapped up in something at that given moment that I actually just completely forget all about it, until later.
There are no deadlines unto myself, so why make them? There will be plenty of schedules to adhere to without my own doing myself in. Tickets, though, airplanes, buses, trains, etc., I always make them in time.
A blog, though, is a wonderful electronic public journal. I want to be everywhere always and yet don't want to be anywhere at any given time nor hardly have many people know where I am sometimes. I don't want to cage my words, actions or thoughts into a time slot, yet there is a coziness there that I appreciate... I want an audience across the world yet I want solitude, too. Cognitive dissonance, ha.
What is the point in this blog is somewhat like asking what is the point in life. That question didn't even end in a question mark, was that question even a question, or more likely, a rhetorical one.
It's true that the blogger of Notes From The Studonym (Stew-donym) has a proclivity and affinity for nonsense, yet also digs straightforward direct prose.
The colors of the spectrum look good together.
Frankly, it is about time. There is too much to keep up with- doing it all is a great nearly impossible juggling act and so it's bound to topple over and frequently, so the only thing is just to keep picking up the tricks when they spill and seeing how long you can prolong.
I'm just trying to figure out a blueprint for this blog that would work. Right now, I'm thinking I'm keeping it going as a weekly thing again, still (somewhere around a Tuesday and a Wednesday) but will probably disappear on a sabbatical of sorts for some weeks here and there throughout the year. We'll see how many of these I do next year- I'm making the rules for it, anyway.
Happy Holidaze Around the Globe!
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