Keeping up a blog, or any web concern, is like any sort of good habit: it requires personal discipline, and once you’ve lost the habit it it takes a great deal of effort to get it back. So, let’s say that updating your blog every day or almost every day is engaging in flawless personal hygiene and deportment: up in time for a nice healthy breakfast and a hot shower before work every morning, flossing regularly, in bed by ten every night, cleaning the house every weekend, going to Church every Sunday if you’re into that sort of thing. We can then extend that to say that:
–not blogging for three or four days is having to rush off to work without shaving because you were up late playing video games the night before;
–not blogging for a week is running out of laundry and having to go without clean underwear for a day or two;
–not blogging for two weeks is the same thing, except you wear the same outfit for four or five days;
–not blogging for three weeks is quitting your job to get your shit together, except that what you’re really doing is sitting around your dirty apartment smoking weed;
–not blogging for a month is going without a shower for more than a week; and finally,
–not blogging for two months, as I have just done, is not leaving your house for a year–a house which is piled high with dirty dishes, garbage bags, cats, or all three.
Well, that’s an abyss that’s hard to pull back from. It’s hard because, the longer you go without a new entry, the grander a new entry has to be, both to cover all the new shit that’s happened to you since the last entry and to make up for the gap. How could I write a blog entry that would describe Coachella, Julie’s return, my birthday party, wedding preparations, and my exam lists all at once? And could that ever make my readers forgive me for depriving them of me for so long? So inertia became too powerful, and the only way I was able to get back in the game was to say “Screw all that,” and just write an entry about my inability to write an entry. (Those of you who have been in a writing workshop will recognize this as the “a story about trying to write a story for writing workshop” genre.)
Hopefully, with this hurdle overcome, I can be back in for good, but I imagine stoppages will occur once in a while. These things move in inscrutable patterns. Sometimes I go a long time without checking my Hotmail account, too; I have no idea why, it just happens that I don’t bother deleting all those e-mails from Netflix and Amazon and they collect like, again, cats and garbage bags. Or cats in garbage bags. But I do enjoy blogging, and I do appreciate that people take an interest in what I have to say about whatever, and so I’ll try to improve in that score. Look for an entry in a few days (not my fault, I’m going out of town for my sister’s graduation) about a fun new Christian video game that lets players convert or kill infidel New Yorkers as part of the war between good and evil!
I’ll close this entry with one unrelated thought, the kind of observation that I feel this blog exists to make: indie rock fans, when you go to a concert where the stage is only a foot tall, please take off your cool indie hats. Yes, it’s very rad that you’re wearing a tweed fedora or whatever, and I like the bands whose buttons you’ve stuck on there, but those extra four inches can make the difference between me seeing most of John Darnielle (lead/only singer of the Mountain Goats) and seeing only part of his head. And if it’s like that for 6’2″ me, imagine what shorter people are going through. Save the hat for bigger venues and focus on the shirt and Cons.