Howdy, folks. It’s been a while (over a year, in fact) since I’ve blogged. Did you miss me?
It’s not that I’ve had nothing to say. In fact, quite a lot has gone on. To start with, I’m engaged. But you probably already knew that. I made vegetarian chili last night–and I used too much sage. But you knew that, too. And there’s the problem. You know everything there is to know about me, and thanks to the time and focus eaten by microblogging and other associated forms of social media, there’s actually less of me to know.
Returning after a long absence is always easiest when you have an excuse–err, a reason. It really helps if you can point to some sort of of transformative moment in which you became the person you used to be, hoped to be, or even better–needed to be. Yeah. Needed to be is good.
I can’t give you that. I find that age is replacing my epiphanies with slow erosions of rationalization. Same effect, in the end, but it leads me to answers I’ve known all along. In this case, I’m finally feeling the degree to which social technology is vampiric.
We had a brief power outage yesterday, and it was magnificent. No Internet, no TV, no electric light. Just us, the pets, a bunch of candles, and the Legendary Pink Dots on iTunes as long as the laptop battery held. Rachel spooked the neighbors with a creepy mummified Halloween prop (I love that girl) and we chatted a bit, but mostly, we just hung out in the quiet, and my brain actually followed suit.
The outage lasted maybe 30 minutes, and in just that amount of time, I felt more rested and mentally productive than I have in weeks. It’s not like this is anything new (see “answers I’ve known all along,” above), and others have documented this far better than I, but I’ve been burning out on staring at glowing rectangles, and I’m becoming far less creative and interesting as a result.
So what to do? Well, I can’t get away from the rectangles during the day. I’m pretty much wedded to staring at one screen or another from 8 to 6 (and longer on some days), but I can minimize my exposure outside of that. And when the next big social wave knocks Facebook into irrelevance, I can delete my account and pass over the Next Big Thing. That will help a lot. And with apologies to Felicia Day, Adopt-a-Pet, and anyone else for whom it’s a part of their business, up yours, Twtter. You’re dumb, and very few people are more interesting because of you. Yes, I will keep my Twitter account, but only because I think the Twitter WordPress sidebar here is cool, and because Twitter-a-Critter is rad. Pets > my principles.
I’m also going to keep the blog, and I might actually blog a bit more often. Blogging requires at least some amount of focus and reflection, and with readership levels like mine, it’s essentially a one-way street. I like that. I may also spend some more time trying to work toward all those goals I’ve blogged about in my earlier yearly posts. But first, I’m going to go hop into bed with my future wife, make some sort of bad pun equating “social networking” to scoring, then put my quiet brain to sleep.
Thank you, blog.