Sometimes I re-read one of those huge personal biography posts so many times that it starts to seem like it should be above the fold on CK permanently, for eternity, and whatever other piddling little aspect of my life I want to report on is not worth disturbing its position as king of the virtual hill.
Then I go to a bar, or we throw a party, and everyone asks me what’s been going on in my life lately. Yes, because they’re interested, but the implied end of the question is “because you haven’t been blogging about it. At all. Punk.”
Quirkily, these periods of radio-silence tend to overlap with my most intense input/output periods – as if writing some epic-length personal post opened up the floodgates and I am uncontrollably absorbing information and outputting opinions and essays and songs at such a rapid rate that I can’t even find the time to sit down to tell you about it.
Of course, that’s only half true. Yes, weeks have been busy, and the last month seems like a blur of work, Arcati Crisis rehearsals and gigs, and wedding planning. However, in the midst of the whirlwind there are days like yesterday, wherein I spent the majority asleep on the couch, punctuated only with enough wakeful moments to change discs and fast forward past the THX noise, which is my own personal brown note.
Maybe it would be more accurate to say that the things I’ve been inputting and outputting this past month have been very personal and very political, and difficult to translate either into a coherent post that I’ll be comfortable re-reading in five years. Especially on the heels of a very personal, very political post that I’d be happy to have etched on my tombstone.
As a result, the subsequent post – however long it is delayed – is inevitably a fluff post. Like this one. Every single time.
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