The Sad Truth is... I don't possess the discipline to blog regularly. To anyone that actually knows me, this shouldn't come as much of a surprise. I'm not a finisher.
When I was in Colorado for Christmas this past year, I took an incredibly self-centered trip down memory lane and reviewed my mother's photo albums of, well, my life. (Retirement has given her... time.) And sure, it was great fun... anyone that knows me can tell you that I'm a nostalgic old fool. There were pictures and ribbons and... report cards? Yes, my life-documenting photo albums contain every report card that I've gotten since I was learning how to wrtie the letter C (yep, C was the first letter that we learned in Kindergarten). But the one thats sticking out in my mind right now was, I want to say, my third grade report card, filled out neatly by Mrs. Zimmer of St. Paul Lutheran School, Norwood Park, Illinois.
Mrs. Zimmer, paraphrased of course, said that I loved to take on new tasks and that I eagerly learned new things, but that I lost interest easily and didn't always finish what I started. Now, when I look back to the veritable cor-nu-copia of educators involved in my upbringing, Mrs. Zimmer doesn't particularly stand out as a favorite, but she did have the wisdom and age to read me like a book. What she doesn't know is that I never memorized my tables for the multiples of six—we were building snowmen, where each of our snowmen got an item of decoration when we memorized and recited a multiplication title. I just put that carrot on my snowman's nose without bothering to recite the table of six. And she never caught me, which proves the addage "never grade a person on their snowman alone."
My web site, powersThatBe.org, features a section devoted to pages and projects that I never finished (hosted, ironically, on a site that hasn't been updated in ~1 1/2 years). I've got a site and episode ideas for a podcast that I've never finished. I wrote this to about 95% in fifteen minutes and then let it sit for four hours before finally posting it. I can go on and on here, but you're not invited to the pity party—I haven't bought the decorations yet.
I guess the point is that I'm sorry for not writing more often. For not staying in touch with close and amazing friends and family. Yeah, I feel bad about that.
Young Folks, track three on Writer's Block, is the perfect indie pop song. Listen and find out, cause I don't know how else to describe it.
