Times Up, Buddy

This is it. The last one. Like it or not, I just looked at what I had to have done in the next five days between school and work, how far I am behind, and what adjustments I can make and... this is it.

So this one about the blog. I can't say that I have really liked doing this: I think I started hating journalling of any sort about 10 years ago when I took a brief look at some mission journals and the odds and from them on and just though, "Who would want to look at all this stuff? If I don't want to read it, who else would? I'm not on any path to glory where someone is going to want to examine the minutia, so, what the hell?" That unfortunately is how I came into this thing, and with the exception of a couple of sentences, I don't think I'll really ever want to look at this again. I don't say that the process is useless, but I'm not sure if all of this needs to be done in public. A kid at school sold me a CD once that he and some friends had put together, and all I could think of while I was listening to it was, "We have made this way too easy." It used to be that to put your thoughts out there, you had to really work for it. Now?.... Five minutes and Google will design a template for you that is "exactly you" and put your words out there for everyone to see. You and all the other unique snowflakes in the world. ( http://despair.com/individuality.html )

(And if you happen to hit that link, look at the one on blogging.)

Anyway. Yep. Done. Learned a lot about the value of planning, carefully. Had some fun with too many nights at the library. (Where I am.) Blathered on to myself and two or three people kind enough to put up with it. I will say, that like any other writing I have done, it does give me a chance to think. And that I do it better this way than others... Well, that isn't true. Working a problem in clay has the same effect. The same thing was true of directing (but writing is a whole lot less annoying to the actors.) (That last string of thoughts is an example. I sort of have to say it, and immediately out of my mouth I know that it wasn't exactly what I meant or that it isn't really true.) But this stuff of the internal monologue being spoken... well, it can be funny as improv, but very tedious in print.

Haiku. Or some other short form. That is what it should be. There should be blogs that are only haiku that act as links. Catch your interest? Peeked by the image? Then you click on the haiku. No? On to the next one. But at least the writer had to do some work. Had to try to get it shorter than a sound byte.

I've said too much. Yessiree. Class was good, info was good, project was tough, talking WITH others was very good. But this? Ah, well. One idiot crying in the wilderness. I hope everyone else liked them.

And the last complaint... responding. So, my little gift. Do exactly this: respond in the following way. "Uh, whatever."

Cheers folks. It really has been fun.

Haiku

Underneath the hood

still searching for the damn jack

but at least I'm safe.