Although I readily admit to not being a farmer (the only thing I grow is a pile of laundromat-destined clothes), I have read a thing or two about the subject. When growing crops, it’s important to remember the periodic need for a field to lay fallow; that is to let it not grow crops for a season or seasons, to let it simply lay still and be. This way, vital nutirients are re-introduced and the field can return to a state of healthy agricultural production. <\/p>\n
I think a mind works in the same way.<\/p>\n
I love to read. I almost aloways have a book that I’m working my way through; not because I have to, but for pleasure’s sake. That said, if I go through a cycle of finishonestartanewone,latherrinserepeat, I get to a point where I can’t read anything at all. My mind won’t absorb. I find I need to take a break of a week or so; watch bad TV, go on long walks, drink too much beer – anything at all I can do to let it all sink in, to let my mind become fertile again. <\/p>\n
That happened here too. <\/p>\n
It was bad timing, sure, but I was getting a little oversaturated with this here nerdhut at just the same time that I shook everything up like I was playing a life-scaled game of yahtzee (yhatzee?) or something. I had to go away, had to readjust my brain a little bit, had to settle in to a new place, a new set of activities, a new me. <\/p>\n
That took about six months. <\/p>\n
But I feel mentally good again. I want to write again. And so I shall.<\/p>\n
Remember how Batman Begins was a “reboot” to the franchise? Well, next time I post, I’ll pretend that I have readers other than Nick, Kate, Ben, and possibly Pete, and “reboot” my own franchise, if you will. (That sounded tremendously dirty) Tacky and cliched introductory posts will follow, but for now let me set the ground rules:<\/p>\n
I will post at least once a week. This post may come earlier, but at the latest it will come on Friday sometime between 12:30 and 2:30pm as these are the hours I’m contractually obligated to be in front of a computer. <\/p>\n
This is my place. It is an iron-fisted democracy, not anything else. For any friends and family may come here and read, please understand that this is where I come to unwind, to vent, to be honest, to be me. I will never ever purposely offend anyone, but if you don’t like frequent uses of the F-word, unapologetic bathroom humor, occaisional screeds along my admittedly-confusing hybridized political belief lines, and the unholy (ha!) marriage of deep respect for\/deep cynicism of organized religion, then I respectfully recommend you get off this trolley at the next stop. <\/p>\n
Alot had changed, and really not much has changed. All that will be explained next time.<\/p>\n
For now, let me just say hi. I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad I’m here. <\/p>\n
Let’s do something fun. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Although I readily admit to not being a farmer (the only thing I grow is a pile of laundromat-destined clothes), I have read a thing or two about the subject. When growing crops, it’s important to remember the periodic need … Continue reading