Yearly Archives: 2016

Impressionable

The older I get, the more I come to realize how impressionable I was when I was younger. I think I still am. People who know me may be stunned to read this (either that, or they’ll laugh a hearty laugh and say “No shit, Sherlock!”), but I think it’s pretty true, thinking back on how my personality was formed, the things that influenced me, the traps I fell into. I don’t think it’s all bad. I think I’ve had some remarkable experiences by way of my being more easily led than I realized I was.
As is often the case these days, if you put me on the spot and asked me to cite an example, I’d have a hard time, because my brain doesn’t work well within those parameters, but I know myself a little, and as I review the events of my life, my lack of originality and independence is kinda glaring in a lot of ways.

Younger Me would’ve hated me for saying this, called bullshit on it all and so forth, but he’d eventually know that I had him found out. Younger Me would’ve despised me for all sorts of reasons, truth be told, but I’d hope he’d actually learn something, were he and I ever to meet.

Time for one of those bullshit “I’m really, honestly going to update this web site” posts.

I did update a few things. Made a tweak or two to my About and Hobbies sections. Going to poke around at some more things here when I’m done writing this.

I would like to do more writing here. Really, the less of my energy I’m putting toward making Mark Zuckerberg or Jack Dorsey richer, the better. We should all stop fucking doing that. I’ve had a web site of some sort or another for 20 years, this coming December. I think it’s really important to use these things, maintain our independence, live outside of their walled gardens. Now, to walk the walk on that.

If you’re fairly well removed from my social media personal life, but you read this site, and are curious what I’ve been doing since my last middle of the night paranoia post, well…there’s been a lot of travel, a lot of packing, not enough unpacking, cohabitation, a number of health problems (unrelated to the cohabitation), an election that’s going to give our ulcers ulcers, and fucking bats in my house.

Oh, and I saw a couple of bands.

More later.

Hopefully sooner.