In a West Lawn Park first, an entire calendar month went by without any published musings. No 80s music reviews, no sports rants, no deep thoughts, no Rose diatribes. The optimist can be assured that my personal life is going so well that opportunities to sit and write are limited. The pessimist might consider that my professional life is so obstreperous as to have eliminated all recreation. The truth is probably somewhere between.
But the crisis runs deeper than just the digital manifestation of the African-Irish-Lithuanian-Mexican-Polish-American experience in 1980s South Side Chicago. Consider the hilariously ominous "Discarded Couches of Portland" series that dominates Fall Rock and NWB's fertility-induced exile.
There is really only one question
is this the end of blogging (or "blah-g"ing as my friend Rose would say) as we know it by white men with LIBERAL arts educations and attractive wives?
Are NWB and SKS just too fertile of body and Kid Shay too fertile of mind to have time for blogging ("blahg-ing")? Have kids and comics trumped the short story and the tall tale? Have bills and bosses conquered clip art and random memories?
I can't speak for my partners, but I'll tell you what I think. F--- that!
As long as people are stopping their lives to watch some fool tight-rope walk between buildings on a windy night in Chicago* while war and pestilence spread in the absence of our maximal efforts, there is a role on the internet for the opinions of a bald man who likes R.E.M. and the White Sox and disagrees with Paul Ryan about pretty much everything.
Expect more. Soon.
*NB: this was written before said fool possibly plummeted to his demise
But the crisis runs deeper than just the digital manifestation of the African-Irish-Lithuanian-Mexican-Polish-American experience in 1980s South Side Chicago. Consider the hilariously ominous "Discarded Couches of Portland" series that dominates Fall Rock and NWB's fertility-induced exile.
There is really only one question
is this the end of blogging (or "blah-g"ing as my friend Rose would say) as we know it by white men with LIBERAL arts educations and attractive wives?
Are NWB and SKS just too fertile of body and Kid Shay too fertile of mind to have time for blogging ("blahg-ing")? Have kids and comics trumped the short story and the tall tale? Have bills and bosses conquered clip art and random memories?
I can't speak for my partners, but I'll tell you what I think. F--- that!
As long as people are stopping their lives to watch some fool tight-rope walk between buildings on a windy night in Chicago* while war and pestilence spread in the absence of our maximal efforts, there is a role on the internet for the opinions of a bald man who likes R.E.M. and the White Sox and disagrees with Paul Ryan about pretty much everything.
Expect more. Soon.
*NB: this was written before said fool possibly plummeted to his demise