Some habits die hard. Here I am the night before my "assignment" is due, and I'm quickly tossing something together. I'm not sure this sort of last-minute post is keeping with the spirit of the commitment I made last month, but I suppose it is something. I spent much of the month not feeling well physically. After three weeks of feeling generally miserable, I finally went to the doctor. He diagnosed the symptoms as allergies and prescribed an antihistamine and a decongestant. The next day, I felt quite restored. This lasted most of the week. Now I'm feeling low on energy again and not terribly focused. And so ends this month's thrilling blog entry. Join me next month when I describe the features of my navel in painstaking detail.
I am hereby committing to posting at least one entry to this blog every month. But I can't promise that any future entries will be as exciting as this one.
I will post to this blog every day for the rest of March, regardless of how short or inane the entry. I'm not sure what reward I'll give myself if I do, or what punishment I'll inflict on myself if I don't; past experience suggests that contemplating which of these strategies would be more effective at helping me to keep my commitment would delay inception indefinitely. Similarly, any attempts to work out in advance what time of day I do this, from where, how long I spend on it, the minimum or maximum length of the entries, what topics I'll address, whether or not I'll reply to comments, etc. are likely to be highly counterproductive. Whether I actually learn anything from this exercise or endeavor to record what I've learned is irrelevant. What is important is that I do what I have chosen to do, even in the face of the nearly pathological—and inadequately explored—fear or despair I've developed with respect to writing.
Is this thing on? Hello? Testing 1, 2, 3. Wow, it sure is dusty here.
So it's been almost six months since I've updated this thing. I've written only about five entries in my journal in that time, and hardly any personal email. Until a few days ago, the most extensive writing I had done for months had been for work.
I have been doing well. Fairly uninspired at the moment, but well. Undoubtedly, for me to try to recount all of the drama and excitement of this year so far would be counterproductive. I'd probably never finish this entry, much less post it.
Random highlights include such things as: starring as Lord Mormon on Fantasy Bedtime Hour (Episodes 16 and 17; kung-fu voiceover in Episode 14), playing lots of MTG, spending lots of time at Cup-a-Joe, and not playing enough guitar.
I've been spending most of my time with a small number of close friends. I don't feel like I've been at home a whole lot lately. By the time I do get home each day, I rarely have the combination of energy, time, and timing to keep in touch with anyone.
Sandy has shamed me into starting to update this blog again. I set him up with his own blog not too long ago, and he's been posting to it regularly. He surely has much less free time than I do, but still manages to post at least once a week. Surely I can do as much.
David also gave me a man-mule sized kick in the...er...ass.
If you, dear reader, would like a blog of your very own to neglect grievously, drop me a line.
NetNewsWire now supports Moveable Type. This is a test of that functionality. If it works well, maybe I'll post more. On a completely unrelated note, I've been experimenting with leaving Sticky Keys turned on to see if I can improve the state of my wrists which have both taken a turn for the worse due to various combinations of foosball, swing dancing, playing guitar, and typing.
I finally upgraded to moveable type 2.63. Added a category list to the header.
I've spent the evening slogging through html, photos, and code, somehow winding up with this blog as my new home page. Woo woo.
I've just installed Moveable Type 2.21. My first step into the world of blogging. First thing I need to do is come up with a better word than "blog".