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”Are you mourning Andy Griffith’s death this hard? You have become so quiet. Where are those illuminating news nuggets, the profound literary and philosophical quotes - man, where are the boobs?”
Don’t be silly! I was not that big a fan. One just goes through moods and shifts. I can go on a frenetic blogging pace for months at a time, and then there are times when I just feel like hanging back and watching the clouds and street traffic stream past. There are times when I could not possibly pass up commenting on the discovery of a new subatomic particle that could ultimately explain the origin of the universe, and there are times when such news elicits scarcely more than a yawn. I think I have now entered a ‘slowing’.
”How slow are we talking?”
Well, that’s the thing: one feels beyond the clock and calendar. There have been times when I have let a week or two pass by without so much as a cat macro.
”My god, you must be joking! I thought we already had April’s Fools once this year.”
No, I kid you not. Now, in truth, I don’t expect that to be the case this time. For one thing, I intend to maintain the big Saturday night posts. I think I have a few people who come in to check on those, even if they do not feel obliged to comment and lend some encouragement or maybe even post their own boobs. Beyond that, I would like to put up at least one post, if not every day, on every other day. But I make no promises. I am off the clock and time does not rule me, except of course in terms of aging, which is a tyranny that no man escapes.
”Is this ‘slowing’ like falling into a depression?”
No, that’s the funny thing: when I am at least flirting with depression, I can be as busy as ever with these little posts. It’s no big deal to copy and paste a quote or hotlink a photo. If anything, I am feeling a little more charged up, and I want to do things more deliberately, do them with better care, not just this bloggy stuff but everything. I want to slow things down and focus, to be able to lose myself in the moment, rather than racing through the day on auto-pilot. I just want to think.
”You’re feeling a little depressed.”
Okay, maybe I am a little blue, but no big thing.
.
Don’t be silly! I was not that big a fan. One just goes through moods and shifts. I can go on a frenetic blogging pace for months at a time, and then there are times when I just feel like hanging back and watching the clouds and street traffic stream past. There are times when I could not possibly pass up commenting on the discovery of a new subatomic particle that could ultimately explain the origin of the universe, and there are times when such news elicits scarcely more than a yawn. I think I have now entered a ‘slowing’.
”How slow are we talking?”
Well, that’s the thing: one feels beyond the clock and calendar. There have been times when I have let a week or two pass by without so much as a cat macro.
”My god, you must be joking! I thought we already had April’s Fools once this year.”
No, I kid you not. Now, in truth, I don’t expect that to be the case this time. For one thing, I intend to maintain the big Saturday night posts. I think I have a few people who come in to check on those, even if they do not feel obliged to comment and lend some encouragement or maybe even post their own boobs. Beyond that, I would like to put up at least one post, if not every day, on every other day. But I make no promises. I am off the clock and time does not rule me, except of course in terms of aging, which is a tyranny that no man escapes.
”Is this ‘slowing’ like falling into a depression?”
No, that’s the funny thing: when I am at least flirting with depression, I can be as busy as ever with these little posts. It’s no big deal to copy and paste a quote or hotlink a photo. If anything, I am feeling a little more charged up, and I want to do things more deliberately, do them with better care, not just this bloggy stuff but everything. I want to slow things down and focus, to be able to lose myself in the moment, rather than racing through the day on auto-pilot. I just want to think.
”You’re feeling a little depressed.”
Okay, maybe I am a little blue, but no big thing.
.
