Mood: Leaving mood
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Communism Bit: Off
I’m going away. I won’t be posting on this blog any more. Yes, clapping and ululating is allowed. Enjoy yourselves. Most of my victims don’t—didn’t—outlive me.
The weblogs will have more air, more signal, less noise. And now, you will be able to discuss amongst yourselves without having to watch for that noisy thing that shows up at the party and urinates in your comment boxes, letting the spirits talk through him. Incoherence has lost, verbosity is vanquished.
You should have picked up a signal from the first paragraph of the previous post. And I’ve come to the realisation that these status thingies, like Twitter, came after the weblog, but many bloggers keep a status thingy (be it at Facebook) and a blog. Of course, went my mind, enligtened, It’s because they serve a different purpose! The people who kept asking me for shorter posts wanted a status thingy!
Blog for essays and such, status thingy for the shorter dispatches. If I’ll blog again, it would have to be with that kind of system, but none satisfies me right now, so I should be pointing to a new URL when I return, running my own contraption. It may not be until three months have elapsed, at least.
Plus I have a hard road ahead. I’m reshaping my company and tuning things here and there. I’m dealing with a huge block, and my hand won’t draw. My focus has been almost only on my rent-paying work. That’s detrimental. (Did You Know: Most of me was built for luxury.) Some music here: Bob Marley on Uprising with Coming in From the Cold.
I’ve had fun doing this. Now I’m going to surrender myself to sanity and calmness—where I’m least at home. To learn to acknowledge the Shekinah within all humanity’s breast. To carefully study the workings of apology and pardon and forgiveness. To learn to write it all but much shorter. Stuff like that.
Studying, reading, loving, writing letters by hand, thinking, drawing, et cetera. I’m going away. :o)