october 24, 2009
must be personal bests at bowling that compel me to write. two weeks ago, i bowled a 215, which i think could have been a few pins higher considering that it was during cosmic bowling (blacklight, smoke machines, and amazing pop songs blasting through the speakers) and our bowling neighbors did not have any bowling etiquete ("oh, you're about to go. so am i!").
a six month drought of content here. and that's due to ... well ... i'm not quite sure. i've never been exactly certain what this site is or is for or what, if anything, it does. i know this site is not a journal or a diary or a blog. and so daily happenings, unless they are interesting or significant to me personally are not prime material for the internet's eyes. i have both an actual journal for the mediocrity of life and actual real-life friends to whom to complain to about the bus being late, someone cutting in front of me at chipotle, and other perhaps fleetingly notable events that occur in a 24 hour cycle.
i've been trying to do my part in remedying my estranged relationship with words. just a completely different mental landscape to try to occupy than my profession. sure, there is occasional overlap, but not as much as i had once thought. creativity manifests itself (or maybe doesn't) in all sorts of ways, and so some nights it's all i can do to simply wait the hours out until it's time to go to bed and try again the next day. thats an awfully depressing depiction, but that's where i am in terms of writing.
there's a few things burning up my fingers that i need to get down. but i can't sit still for more than five minutes (figuratively, of course) and one isn't going to (re)find their voice in that amount of time. been talking a big game for a long time. it'd only follow that i act on that, like actually writing and creating something - and do that now-ish. just think: with something to say, well, then this site would be poppin'.
more soon, i hope.
a six month drought of content here. and that's due to ... well ... i'm not quite sure. i've never been exactly certain what this site is or is for or what, if anything, it does. i know this site is not a journal or a diary or a blog. and so daily happenings, unless they are interesting or significant to me personally are not prime material for the internet's eyes. i have both an actual journal for the mediocrity of life and actual real-life friends to whom to complain to about the bus being late, someone cutting in front of me at chipotle, and other perhaps fleetingly notable events that occur in a 24 hour cycle.
i've been trying to do my part in remedying my estranged relationship with words. just a completely different mental landscape to try to occupy than my profession. sure, there is occasional overlap, but not as much as i had once thought. creativity manifests itself (or maybe doesn't) in all sorts of ways, and so some nights it's all i can do to simply wait the hours out until it's time to go to bed and try again the next day. thats an awfully depressing depiction, but that's where i am in terms of writing.
there's a few things burning up my fingers that i need to get down. but i can't sit still for more than five minutes (figuratively, of course) and one isn't going to (re)find their voice in that amount of time. been talking a big game for a long time. it'd only follow that i act on that, like actually writing and creating something - and do that now-ish. just think: with something to say, well, then this site would be poppin'.
more soon, i hope.
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