So I haven't updated in a week and I'm losing my readership because of a lack of posting. Sorry about that. I want to write more. I want to write about more interesting topics and go back to being funny and goofy and telling endearing stories about the little goofballs with whom I share a home.
And yet . . . life does not seem to want to cooperate. Either I take time out of my insane work schedule to write or I take time out of my family time to write. One is worth more to me than the other and I wouldn't give it up for anything.
I'm even wondering if a blog is what I want to do. I might need to move on to something else. Something that gives me a spark again. I don't know. What do you think?
One thing I have found time for is to enjoy the new The New Pornographers CD which I picked up on Tuesday. Personally, I couldn't stand The Electric Version. Found it insanely boring and repetitive. However, I lived Mass Romantic. Twin Cinema has that good, poppy sense back and it's filled with solid, enjoyable tunes. Can you ask for much else? The fact that Neko Case is more that mildly attractive with a sultry voice has very little to do with it. So stop the accusations. That's not a shrine to her in my basement. It's a national library. Someday it will come in handy. Trust me. I also have a national library for Sarah Nixey, even though Sarah is from the UK. It doesn't matter. Just don't tell my wife. She'll kick me in the head.
The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
The New Pornographers - Use It
Gary, please don't stop blogging. Family time is first, bread-wininng crap work is second, other things that make you smile are next. And if there's any time left after that, post to your blog about whatever you feel like. I think you have a delightful writing style, regardless of the subject. Don't feel like you have to blog everyday--you don't. But blog sometimes. And I'll read it. SO will everyone else.
ReplyDeleteThanks Deborah, that means a lot to me.
ReplyDeleteI guess I'm just feeling tired lately. Lots of work. Too much, perhaps. Sigh.