I have dozens of posts languishing in my ‘drafts’ folder. They will probably remain there, unfinished, and eventually deleted because the subject matter has exceeded it’s shelf-life. I can’t count how many times I’ve opened my laptop and started furiously typing away about something I’m outraged about, only to find that halfway through, I remember that this will not be important or relevant the next day. Information flickers across my screen at such speed and volume that I literally cannot give it all the time for proper reflection. I’ve come to resent the time it takes trying to do that. Sure, take any event, and I could quickly craft a readable paragraph about it and move on, but the likelihood is that it would be framed in a partisan manner, that is, I would view said event as a Liberal, or as a Democrat, or as a tax-payer, and thus begin my analysis of it from one of those baselines. I can’t explain why that feels so…flawed, yet it does. So, I don’t expect to write so much about politics for awhile. Or, you know, I might.
I don’t intend to insulate myself from news, of course, and as I make my rounds each day to my handful of trusted news or opinion sites, I may from time to time share something here that I read. I’m enjoying You-tube a great deal these days, so expect to see music videos. I take a good deal of ribbing because I like to talk to strangers, but I really feel that a person’s time is better spent engaging blood and muscle than some disembodied alter ego that couldn’t survive in Meatworld. So, I hope to write a little about the people I meet while I’m out and about. Also, The Primary Wife has expressed a desire to share ideas on exercise and nutrition with area youngsters, so I’m anxious to help her do that, as long as it doesn’t interfere with my plans to win a Disc Golf Tournament by the time I’m 55. I’m not even kidding, long before I was a Liberal or a Democrat or a father for that matter I was an athlete, and it is high time (hee) that I asked more of my body than to be a repository for toxic material. So, there it is.
I’m going to get another tattoo. Maybe, “One Nation Under Par”?