I don't write much here, at this blog that I created just to see what it would look like. My sister uses her blog very constructively--as a daily column to muse and work out academic thoughts or personal quandries that may be universal. I forget to write on mine.
I went over to Laura and Chris' house yesterday, as it was their youngest daughter's birthday (re: some kids with a bunch of adults drinking copious amounts of bubbly), and some how conversation turned to blogging.... ah, I remember how--Laura said she could do a better job writing a particular column than the particular writer of said column could, and Evan told her, well, then just write one! Easy enough to write and put whatever out there now--no excuses for what one 'could do if only (fill in the blank). I said I had a blog, but never write on it, as I wasn't sure I really wanted anyone to read it. And he said, "That's not the point. The point is put it out there, even, or especially if, no one reads it". Just chronicle what's happening. Maybe we'll want to remember what happened some day.
Or maybe it's an exercise in just a thought process, a processing of thoughts.
I'm in a holding pattern right now. A limbo between finishing a yoga teacher training course (now picking up various classes), and starting shooting again on FNL. Three weeks of time to fill, hopefully fruitfully. Reading my favorite types of books-just finished Dianne Dumanoski's "The End of the Long Summer" which for a little book packs a lot of information on the complexity of the global ecosystem and humankind's role in influencing it and surviving our own philosophical errors.
And the title of that book seems otherwise fitting. This has been a long, incredibly hot and dry summer. Too full of heat and death, nothing is surviving summer 2009. Relationships have died (a whole other post, maybe I can write about someday maybe), Teddy the big paint draft was put down, Simon and Justin era in Austin is over, so much change, so many endings.
Fall is typically a time for me of beginnings. August is the longest cruelest month, not April.
Three more weeks. Let's see what happens.
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I'm totally with you there on August. I've decided that summer really is my least favorite season precisely because it is always my least productive. Not good for an academic when summer is typically the only time we have for our own research, but I'm learning to accept this summer that I have to adjust my expectations, otherwise I will just be miserable. It's a good time for writing in blogs and hanging out with friends!
yes--good time to go out of town to visit family too!
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