:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 12.14.2004 ::

Time. Now There’s a Good Rag.

As you may have noticed, I have been a bit lackadaisical about posting things lately. And if you are the kind of person I am in email-contact with, you have probably also noticed that I’m a bit slack about that, too. In fact, all writing, in all media, has frozen to about absolute zero. Which is to say: The flow just ain’t there.

It’s not like I have nothing to say. In fact, over the last month or two, I have had plenty to say. Last month, I was within 12 minutes of going over on my phone bill (a feat that has never even been close in the past 3+ years). At Thanksgiving, I had so much to say that it split my family right in half and made me very wary of speaking much of that in the future. In social occasions in the last couple weeks, I have noticed that I am very fluid in talking about things, and I’d like to say that my storytelling tactics may even be improving (but that’s not much, since they are pretty poor in the first place).

The problem lies in getting the mental word into the physical word. Somehow, lately, there has been a pretty significant breakdown of that process. I can’t figure out what is causing it, or if it is multiple problems coming together in an ugly head of writers’ block. For one thing, I’m reading a ton these days. I’m going through books like sugar-water. Once I got through Ulysses, I was inspired to tackle bigger and faster (and easier) books (and magazines) and have found a haven in the topics of Urban Growth, Development, Sociology, and Planning. And all this reading is causing me to do some serious thinking. And along with serious thinking comes serious discussion. But right now I’m lacking a forum. Or maybe the ideas are still so embryonic that they are still too amorphous to appear in print. But given the right audience, the discussion has beautiful potential. Also, I’m spending a lot of time at work these days. 12-ish hours and 99% of that time is in front of the computer. So when I come home, I really don’t feel like sitting down in front of another Dell just to type something out. I’ve even tried ‘mood altering substances’ to no avail. Mostly they just make Jackass seem really really funny. These days, I’d rather just sit on my couch and read.

So all this, and barring certain catastrophic events, I don’t feel like I have much to contribute to this Internet these days. But don’t take silence for complacency. The wheels are still turning. Mentally, I’m constantly mulling over problems, issues, thoughts, topics, the future, and the past. I know I am in the midst of what will forever be a watershed year in my life - so much is changing, the least of which are my relationships with people (old and new), my code of ethics and values, and my ambitions. I can only hope that upon my return to the Motherland (or is it the Fatherland), there will be plenty of time and energy for discussion and reflection.

Oh, and about Time Magazine. I haven’t gotten mine yet - it usually shows up on Wednesday, for some inexplicable reason, I blame the landlords, but it’s probably just an anomaly of the mail service. But I hear this week is going to be a good one. If you normally get it, be sure you read this week. If you don’t get it, I suggest you sidle over to your local B&N or Borders and peruse the Dec. 20 issue. Trust me, I wouldn’t spend all this time in front of a computer writing this, if it wasn’t important.

“It’s just another Saturday...”

:: Freddy F. at 11:11 PM [+] ::

Comments:

Good letter Mr. Flextimer. Now you need to move up to writing an article for Time. Then I will finally respect you.

# posted by  DrNewsie : 9:36 PM

 

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