It really seems like I should post something here.
I was cleaning the kitchen the other day when I noticed a horrid smell coming from the downstairs office. Shocked that something could smell like that and not be a dead body, I walked hesitantly down the stairs and followed the stench to a spot near the computer. That is when I realized that this website had gone so stale that the scent overwhelmed all reasonable efforts to ignore it.
It's not that I don't want to write here. In reality, my desires are quite the opposite. I would like to write in here every day, musing about life, stuff, and things. For some reason, though, I am trying to avoid that typical "blog" infection that requires writing about mundane details that no one really cares about. I've picked that scab and the puss isn't pretty.
So, in some way, my avoidance of posting is an affirmation that your lives are way more important than reading about mine. I could write about the upcoming film festival (which is what I left off with in my last post), or I could write about the things I did this summer, but is that really interesting? Does anyone really care?
I am just following a fairly random stream of consciousness here. I don't have answers for any of this. I think that, in some ways, websites like this keep us grounded, allowing us to reflect on what is important to us and how we want to share it. I still read the websites of friends, like Nickel, Ricola and Shannon, so I see the value in keeping up with others. And, ultimately, I will probably make a renewed attempt to keep this site meaningful. Either way, though, I feel like I need to do it in a different way.
We'll see where this goes. In the meantime, know that I am thinking dearly of you, my occasional and less frequent visitor. I can promise that it won't be a year before my next post. What I cannot promise, though, is that my next post will be any more meaningful than this one.
