I’m not the sort to blogvertise, but here are the two blogs I maintain actively:
The Rest is Silence – where the mindshadows lie
Zorro on Doughnuts – where the music lies (or does not lie. Music is Truth, and Truth Music, after all.)
This is an example of double-coding, and also irony. I claim to be against advertising, thereby absolving myself of grubby worldliness, while at the same time I go ahead and place an ad. And, ironically, I seem to be using my anti-ad stance as some sort of subliminal selling point. Even more ironically, in consciously pointing out aspects of this post that might otherwise have passed unnoticed, I achieve all possible goals associated with this particular set of words/concepts.
I am going to stop blogging for a while. Maybe until the beginning of 2008. Maybe for longer. I don’t know.
I just saw a documentary about Joe Strummer called The Future is Unwritten. It was one of the most inspiring films I have ever seen. And I wasn’t even that much of a fan of The Clash.
Here is an mp3 of something Joe Strummer said shortly before he died in 2002. [Listen.] He was born in the same year as my dad. He was still…young. And he died, not of an overdose, or some cigarette-induced cancer. He died of a congenital heart condition that no one knew about. So it goes.
It’s not that I’m depressed, or disillusioned with this form of expression. I feel good, actually. Blogging has been good for me. I just think I need a change. And I need to be this change. I need to stop using my lethargy and depression as material (or a reason) for my next blog post. I have to stop waiting around for the great miracle or tragedy to kick me into adulthood.
I feel like I need to grow up. Maybe I won’t, and I’ll be back here eking out electronic quiddities.
I am not dropping out of communication. I’ll even reply to comments on old posts. I just have to cease output until I feel that something new needs to be said. I have some plans, and if they come into fruition, I’ll be back in the electronic sphere soon enough.
So long and thanks for all the fish-slaps! All what jazz, eh?