3 posts tagged “blogging”

So, yeah. I really didn't mean to leave that as the top post for quite so long. But if you've been worried, thank you... it's been a long, sad few weeks, but I'm OK. Life, fortunately or unfortunately, goes on, at a remarkable pace.

The most important development is that I'm moving away from Greenpoint, which I'm very sad about, but it's to a larger new apartment in Astoria with new roommates. Hopefully it's all going to work out. I move on the 1st, so the odds of my doing any serious communication between now and then are slim.

But as far as non-serious communication goes... I've been playing with Tumblr for the last couple of days, and it seems to be holding my attention so far. (A tumblelog is basically super-short attention-span blogging, for those unfamiliar.) I started it up because Matthew told me he was gonna be playing with it, but he hasn't posted a damn thing yet. Meanwhile, eerily, apparently Stuart decided to start goofing around with his within ten minutes of my having the same idea across the ocean. Great minds, etc.

Anyway, little dribs and drabs will be appearing over there, so if you want to look in one more place for my inane scribblings, go right ahead. I'm off to reserve a cargo van for next weekend -- as soon as I'm moved in, I'm gonna go bonkers on the credit card at Ikea...

Without quite realizing what I was doing when I started typing, it appears that I've just closed the book on my regular blog of nearly six years, Do You Feel Loved?

For a while now, I haven't quite known what to do with that space. It was obvious that my zeal for blogging in the way that I used to (when I was in college, and was much more -- less? Let's settle for "differently" -- self-aware, and had a lot more free time, and far fewer personal and professional entanglements) had pretty much died out. I'd been toying with ideas for turning DYFL into more of an informational, aggregational site, for my own edification more than for an audience's. I like people to know what I'm up to -- I'm not a private person, really -- but I was tired of having to frame that information in a written, performative way. Or perhaps not "tired" of it; maybe I just ran out of the time, energy, and inspiration. I would like to be a person who can write large amounts of entertaining text, but the way I've been living my life these days, it just hasn't been in me. Something's got to give, and it appears that the blog is what went, not the lifestyle.

What is that "lifestyle"? Well, that's a post for another time, really, since I suspect it could get seriously mopey and I've got laundry to do and a haircut to get today. But this momentous event seemed to need to be remarked upon here. More later, perhaps.