Updated: Aug 27, 2019
Yes. I took a break for several days. I got my car window smashed in last Saturday night and in the morning when I woke up I just didn’t feel like writing. I was in a crappy mood and I was exhausted due to having slept for only about 3 hours. I pondered the prospect of writing anyway…I wondered if I should write about what happened or if I should write about my feelings…in the end I decided that writing and posting when I was in a crappy mood would not be a good idea.
But was I right? I certainly thought so at the time but now I’m beginning to wonder. Maybe that’s part of it. Writing every day no matter what. So now that I’m back on the horse, let’s give that a go, shall we? Right.
I still haven’t figured out what this blog should become. Mainly because I haven’t really thought about it in a week. But it’s time to start thinking about it again. What is it that is unique about me that I have to offer? Should I offer my opinion on current events? Would my commentary and opinions be interesting enough to keep an audience…..interested? Should I pick a specific subject? If so, which one? I have several interests…should I focus on offering information of some kind? Knowing me, it’s probably best that I allow this to be random. Probably the more random I allow the contents of this blog to be, the better.
Well, that settles it. For now. The Random Rambler. Catchy, but I don’t like it. Do I need a catchy name or moniker? It probably wouldn’t hurt. Something that would be easily found with a simple web search. One of my musical projects had a very unique name and if you put those two words into a search engine, you went straight to it. But then you had to know our name first. So is it better to have a really unique name like that, or is it better to have a name that describes what you do?
I need to take a shower soon. I feel gross. I wish I had some cookies to go with this hemp milk. It’s clouding up. I hope it doesn’t rain too much tonight. I’m bummed I didn’t get to see the Paris Saint-Germain women’s soccer game today. Couldn’t find a stream for it. And the streams for the men’s game were pretty crap. I like my new slippers. Oop…there goes the screen saver.
Somehow I don’t think being random will be very difficult. But can I be relevant? Or entertaining? Or interesting? I think so. But it’s probably best not to be so completely random that I can’t figure out how to title my posts. I should probably pick one subject per post and stick to it.
Is it cool to do more than one post in a day? Or is that not hip? I sure don’t want to be seen as unhip. Is it unhip to use the term hip? Is hip still a thing? Maybe I could help make hip hip again. Hip could use some help, I think.
I should probably go with my guts and just do what feels right to me. Because if I start to investigate things like the question of whether or not it is cool to do more than one blog post per day, that’s like narrowing the channel of my unique expression. Yes, I’m well aware of the Martha Graham quote. It’s an awesome one. And maybe I’ll post it here at the end of this here blog entry.
I guess I could post some links and photos now and then. That would be groovy. I really gotta watch it when it comes to the drinking. This hangover should be long gone by now. I’ll do better tonight! I promise!
I think that’s enough for one blog post. With the exception of the Martha Graham quote I mentioned earlier:
There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action. And because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly. To keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.
No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine satisfaction. A blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.