Denial of Service

LiveJournal has been running off and on since I first logged in this morning, and it is running at about two-thirds speed this afternoon. I was at least able to read on my Friends Page the news that Twitter has been knocked entirely offline all day, and that FaceBook is also having a rough time of it, that there has been a hacker attack at these social network sites. It’s a big drag, but I cannot help thinking that it’s kind of nice that LiveJournal is still considered big enough to be a worthy target for these e-vandals.

The enforced break from blogging has gotten me thinking again about how nice it might be to stop writing and to put the whole diary habit behind me, the notebooks as well as the blogs, the whole shebang, or at least see what it feels like. It might feel good to be free of the question that is constantly gnawing at the back of my mind: what should I write, what might be interesting to others, what would be interesting for me to come back to and read in ten years, what should I write?

Maybe this rhetorical preening doesn’t fit well with middle-age hebetude. If you are not writing professionally by this stage, it may be silly to spend a lot of your dwindling energy on how to best phrase this or that notion from a fading life, or on pondering whether there might be a better word to use that might flash more strikingly for the reader, or to feel so much self-love to think that there is anything in your picayune experience that ought to be preserved for posterity.

But this has been an ongoing issue for the past two, three years, and what did I do: I wrote about it.

Denial of Service

LiveJournal has been running off and on since I first logged in this morning, and it is running at about two-thirds speed this afternoon. I was at least able to read on my Friends Page the news that Twitter has been knocked entirely offline all day, and that FaceBook is also having a rough time of it, that there has been a hacker attack at these social network sites. It’s a big drag, but I cannot help thinking that it’s kind of nice that LiveJournal is still considered big enough to be a worthy target for these e-vandals.

The enforced break from blogging has gotten me thinking again about how nice it might be to stop writing and to put the whole diary habit behind me, the notebooks as well as the blogs, the whole shebang, or at least see what it feels like. It might feel good to be free of the question that is constantly gnawing at the back of my mind: what should I write, what might be interesting to others, what would be interesting for me to come back to and read in ten years, what should I write?

Maybe this rhetorical preening doesn’t fit well with middle-age hebetude. If you are not writing professionally by this stage, it may be silly to spend a lot of your dwindling energy on how to best phrase this or that notion from a fading life, or on pondering whether there might be a better word to use that might flash more strikingly for the reader, or to feel so much self-love to think that there is anything in your picayune experience that ought to be preserved for posterity.

But this has been an ongoing issue for the past two, three years, and what did I do: I wrote about it.