I’ve started on four various blog post topics and have not yet been satisfied. So, blogging is not as easy as some make it out to be. The two best kinds of blogging are filled with exciting updates about the life of the author and the lives that directly affect the author. The next best kinds of blogging are the kinds that leave some kind of inspiration with the readers, or at least a sense of wonderment about how profound the author is. I’ve been trying to fulfill the latter since my life is a lesson in mediocrity, updates would be as entertaining as my calculus homework. The third best type of blogging (I’ve done enough math homework today) is a blog filled with hilarity. I structured the previous sentence for the sole purpose of using the word hilarity. And even with that outlet, I couldn’t come up with something really gut-busting.
I suppose the logical thing would be to wait, don’t post and disappoint when I could postpone and post better. At the same time, I feel that blogs are only worth reading if they’re updated on a semi regular basis. Yes , that is a jab to all the blogs I follow that update once under the full moon when Mercury is aligned with Jupiter. I was mulling over funny, inspiring, exciting things to write about and they all fell flat about mid way through. I finally realized that I was fabricating some sort of pen name that could write extraordinary things with vim and vigor. In reality, there is only myself, I write what I can, when I’m awake enough to do so, and vim and vigor is a first come, first serve kind of deal in my life.
I started this blog with the intentions of keeping pictures and day to day activity on Facebook and Twitter, news and updates on my family website, and all miscellaneous, impersonal writing here. Tonight, on this blog attempt #5, I realize that best types of posts 2 and 3 are only accomplished with a bit of personal flair. To leave out the deepest part of myself in my writing and expect it to be readable is preposterous. This post was less for you, and more for me. Perhaps, that's really what this blog is supposed to be for. I'll figure it out eventually, but all the while, I hope you keep reading. Maybe every so often you'll be inspired, excited, or even laugh out loud.
Oh, “and by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.“ -Sylvia Plath
Gonna have to add Sylvia to my reading list, she deserves it after that speech.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
To be honest, doing the dishes is never high on my priority list, much to my roommates dismay. When I finally buckled down and did them the other day, I had a chance to cogitate about why it is, I'm not a fan of dishes in general.
I think it stems of deep distrust. Where did I develop this doubt? From my dependable Dad. I remember coming into the kitchen after he had done the dishes, and there would always be a stack of immaculate dishes sitting in an impectably straight stack in the sink. I used to think it was unnecessary, but come to my own apartment, with my own dishwasher, and I scrub and scrub and scrub before anything goes in the dishwasher. For my father and I, it seems, dishes aren't as easy as throwing them in the top and bottom racks of the dishwasher, it's about cleaning them to be "cleaned". Call me sick, I realize it's a bit obsessive-compulsive, but the older I get, the more I realize how right my Dad is. The dishwasher, is definitely dodgy.
Of course, this judgement isn't passed to all automatic cleaning appliances. After living in an apartment with my own wash machine, I am certain this was God's greatest gift to man. Thanks John E. Turnbull, for getting that party started.
Monday, July 20, 2009
I've been pondering doing this for quite some time, but lacked the initiative to find the perfect URL. It's a daunting taks finding an address that a) is appropriately original, memorable, and funny and b) isn't already in use. As a tribute to my fantastic brother, I chose a phrase he coined (and defined, take a looksy here to get educated) and would first ask my readership, as minute as that may be, to follow the link, vote up the slang, and start the movement to replace "hyphy". If you don't know what hyphy means, don't bother, get tribal is by far its superior.
The second task was to find a proper title. The dream of course was to find a title and URL to match. However, I felt that this blog would probably have little to do with getting tribal, but more about exploration into the deep unknown. I was searching the internet tirelessly for at least one strip of the many page long story line of Calvin and Hobbes becoming fed up with life and home and with parents, and striking out for the Yukon, but alas, I couldn't find it! At the very least, I provide you with a brief snapshot:
And so here I am, venturing somewhere I've never gone before, the world wide web of blogging. Hello to you all, you'll hear back from me soon, that's how exciting my summer holiday has been so far. Excuse the British-speak, I've been reading a lot of Harry Potter.