Tuesday, May 29, 2018
All miracles are simple.
In order to prepare for a two week trip with my lovely wife to Rome it is necessary for me to write 20 blog posts ahead of time. I don't have a lot of time to do this. I'm not sure I actually have any time to do this. But I have made a sacred charter, somewhere, I think, that says I must post a new blog post everyday. So I wanted to put a stickied explanation of the desperation of my plight at the top of each of my next twenty blog posts.
I am hoping this will explain why my comments might be (checked (X) as appropriate):
xx First drafts
__ Borderline plagiarized from someone else
__ Borderline plagiarized from myself
xx Petty about the Internet
__ Pandering to the reader
__ Technically illegal in the country of Turkey
__ Self aggrandizing
__ Ending abruptly
__ Too frank by half
__ Pretty much just the lyrics of some song I like
__ Actually a lot like any of my regular blog posts
This particular post is:
Still only 14 of 20
End of Stickied Introduction
I think due to some math errors I've been stuck on 14 of 20 for, like, three blog posts. But I'm not complaining about this pace, or the difficulty of writing twenty some posts in a few brief days where I'm very busy with a lot of other things. I'm not complaining about writing, which is pretty entertaining, or about the challenge of writing when you can't think of anything to write about and don't have time to think of anything to write about. I'm not complaining about the sinking feeling I get when I send yet another lonely little blog post, like a new Kindergartner, out onto the vast, sad, and coldhearted Internet. I'm not complaining about how late it is, or about how I actually have no idea how I'll squeeze in those precious last six blog posts I have to write before we fly off to Rome.
I get to go with my wife to Rome again, the pretty little town at the center, jammed and sleepy, pastel and glowing, and full of wonders as mundane as the sky above.