Archive for September 22nd, 2004


I find that I frequently feel as if I should be blogging about something, when in fact I’m thinking that perhaps it’s really all right for me to blog about nothing in particular. And that blogging about nothing in particular is, perhaps, a way of pushing through the times when I’m not blogging about a particular something. And it’s not even that I don’t have something to blog about . . . in fact I have a few rather large somethings that I’m interested in blogging about, but the large-ness of their something-ness is such that I feel as if I need more time to explore the topic. So perhaps it’s a matter of genre. The large somethings are little essays of sorts?

But I think it’s okay for a blog post to be about nothing in particular. Very Seinfeld-esque.

And short. Not that my blog posts are typically tomes or anything, but I’m officially giving myself permission to simply crack open a blog window and just toss off short little nothing-in-particulars. (Which, I suppose, may strike you as pretty much what I’ve been doing all along, but I assure you, there’s a difference!)

I’ve been busy with classes and writing. It’s been hectic, but good.

As I write this post, I’m attempting to push through the deadly 1950’s B-Movie Alien Swamp Fog typical of my first few waking hours. Steady application of caffeine is key at this juncture. My goal is to be able to at least fake some semblance of being a sentient being within the next 45 minutes, at which point I’ll have to put on my Professor Hat and go into school. Wednesdays are usually my sacrosanct writing day, but things are neither sacro nor sanct today.

So if my sacrosanct writing day has been taken over by meetings and administrative work, is it safe to suggest that my Wednesday has been profanicursed?

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