Blogging isn’t about writing. It’s about reading. You read enough articles and books and neoconservative fart bubbles, and the responses/reactions immediately present themselves.
Right now, unless we’re talking about video production or (gulp) fantasy football, every reader of this post knows more about everything than I do.
Bottom line: I had no idea how passive my reading habits were. Now that I don’t have a day job presenting me random slots of time like 20 minutes between meetings or the post-lunch lull, I literally wind up reading nothing. As a result, I have nothing to say. I want to have something to say, since punkassery is in my blood, but it would be absurd to feign awareness while scanning some randomly selected piece.
This is entirely my fault. I thought that if I made time to write, I would be good, and for the last two weeks, I have made said time. But nothing has come, and it took me those two weeks to realize I’m a current events idiot at the moment.
So, new plan: at least 30 minutes of reading a day, and we’ll try for an hour. Hopefully, by the end of next week, I will finally have something to add to the blogoaether.
Other than my own ridiculous navel-gazing of course.
[Note: technically not my navel.]
That navel ring is like “How much did I have to drink last night? How the fuck did I end up here?”
The wank factor in politics is at a high right now, so you’ve stumbled upon a good time to be busy.
Yes, but you’re merciful (save for the photo) and spare us the filler posts. Because my public was so insistent, I have a blog now that I maintain with lost of “Isn’t This Here F’ern Country Wacky” posts, though my original idea was to simply reference other ex-pat blogs and say “I had this day today.”
So, yes, do your reading and stay relevant or you’ll end up talking about your fav episode of “Friends.”
I like the one where nothing happens!