Uh . . . Guess It's Time To Update This Thing
15 October 2010
Oy . . it’s been 76 days since my last confession—I mean entry. I could call myself a bad blogger (isn’t this the title of a previous entry?) but clearly that’s an understatement. If this site—or at least this section of it—were a plant I would have killed it by now by failing to water it. But here's what it comes down to: this site is not a living thing and I’m just not a blogger. At least not the kind who's going to generate a lot of words on a regular basis.
There’s something almost liberating in saying that outright. It’s a lot like the way I used to say, “I’m a bad cook," which wasn't true. The truth is I’m not a cook at all. It’s not only that I lack for talent or aptitude in cooking, it’s that I have no interest in it. (I do, however, like cookware; I like dishes and glasses and placemats; I like setting the table. That should be worth something.) Same goes for blogging.
People always say to me, “oh, you’re a writer, of course you blog; it must come so easily to you! You must wake up everyday and fire up the computer and spew out your thoughts as effortlessly as if you were coughing up last night’s sinus congestion!” (sorry to be gross.) But I’m afraid it’s just not that easy for me. There are plenty of people out there who write elegant, insightful, funny, timely and, moreover, culturally relevant blogs. There are plenty of blogs that I read nearly every day. I would be happy to steer you towards some of them, starting here, here, and here. But I’m not a blogger myself. I write every week on deadline and I’m usually under the gun to produce other stuff, too. And for whatever reason I just can’t bring myself to string yet another set of cohesive (or semi-cohesive) thoughts together for the sake of filling this space—at least not on a regular basis.
And so I’m hereby declaring this section of the website not so much a blog but a place where I’ll occasionally post something. Maybe it will just be a photo, a passing thought, a link to something more compelling than what I have to say on any particular day. Maybe it will be an excerpt from an email I’ve received from a reader (don’t worry—no names; besides, the best emails are usually unsigned.) In any case, don’t look here for regular missives about my daily life or musings about the world at large or opinions about the news of the week. The last two things are already pretty well represented in my column. As for my daily life, it’s really not that interesting. Consider yourself spared.