So I have failed miserably in my attempt to be a consistent blogger. Perhaps “the holidays” were a bad time to attempt this elusive endeavor. Perhaps it’s just not that important to me. Either way, I do hope to post here more often in the new year.
The changing of calendars (as U2 reminds us every […]
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NYE (not Bill)
December 31st, 2007 · 1 Comment
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I’m Only Snoozing
December 4th, 2007 · No Comments
I was all excited.
I was ready to get up and be responsible. Like an adult.
Then I wake up. And it’s 5 minutes before I’m supposed to leave.
Tonight, I will be in bed early. Staring at a ceiling, waiting for sleep to come. Maybe I’ll take a Benadryl or something. But by […]
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I Don’t Wanna Grow Up
December 3rd, 2007 · 1 Comment
I doubt anyone noticed, but I promised to “do my damnedest” to post everyday … yet I failed to post anything over the weekend. Eh, I don’t feel as bad about it as I thought I would. I had a much better time chillaxing with my ladyfriend.My problems with discipline continue. Alas. Rome wasn’t built […]
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Many Rivers to Cross
November 28th, 2007 · No Comments
I’ve been a little on edge lately. Feeling frustrated, blocked and inert.
I can think of a million things to do to change … but none of them scream “Yes, Matthew, I am the solution you’ve been searching for. Rest easy, my son. The battle is over.”
That’d be nice, wouldn’t it?
Sometimes I think “oh just do […]
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The Dangers of Participating in a Digital Democracy
September 17th, 2007 · 1 Comment
Blogging can be a more dangerous proposition than it first appears to be … the problem is, that sometimes people actually read blogs. What’s worse, some people care about what’s written in them.
As you’ve clearly noticed, I’ve recently re-joined the rank and file of the blogging world, and I’m excited and pleased to be doing so. My own reasons for re-emergence are scattered … but some of it has to do with memory and other things alluded to in a previous post. Consequently, I’m using this as a public journal of sorts.
I bull-dozed through my youth (like everyone else), but I have enough document from that period to remember what it’s like to be young. There are so many benchmarks that you clearly reach (or don’t reach), that it can be relatively easy to call up memories from 14, 18, 22, etc.
But what about 26? Let alone 29 …
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