Ubiquitously Ephemeral
I'm everywhere online, it seems. This blog, another blog (though increasingly less frequently 'twould appear), old blogs (up above there), Twitter and Facebook. Lots of presence, lots of words--too many probably. For what? To hear myself talk (or "see" myself "write")? The act of writing organizes thoughts. But now is seems like my thoughts on various and sundry topics have been organized and filed already. I've written and opined for a decade or so on may topics and now I feel like, too often, I'm just repeating myself. It's a challenge to say something new about the same ol' same ol', isn't it? To not repeat yourself or echo others? I guess that's nothing new. But it's a tough standard and one to which I scarcely adhere. I guess the trick is to say the same thing in new and interesting ways. Or don't say anything at all. So onward. Writing organizes, yes. But it also takes work, which means practice, which mean...