2005 is a Blur

Joyce Park let out several bellows of laughter as she hopped on a plane to Chicago, thinking about the questions Jeremy Zawodny and Tim Mayer are going to pelt me with. You see, I agreed to do their PowerSource WebmasterRadio.fm radio show tonight -- and according to grumpY!, "both regular listeners are really looking forward to this." w00t.

(Aside: has it really been almost two years since the geek dinner where I first met Jeremy?  Whew! I started this post thinking that 2005 is a blur, but now I'm thinking that time, in general, is a blur.)

Reading Jeremy's post mentioning tonight's show, I see a link back to this typepad, which I followed -- and realized that I haven't been posting here much lately. Here are at least seven reasons why:

1. Greed. Every waking moment (and most sleeping moments) I spend obsessing over Renkoo. To be founder of a startup is to be obsessed compulsively and completely. This is not good for social life; it's not good for married life; and it's not good for my blogger existence, either.
   
   
2. Gluttony. Furthermore, it was easier to post here when I had just one blog typepad. But now I have many blogs, and my online attention seems to be ever-more-divided.
   
   
3. Pride. It's 2005. A lot of the things I would have used this blog typepad for this year (specifically, posting pictures I like and providing links to thinks I like), I now do more easily with flickr and del.icio.us. Living in Web 2.0 means living a decentralized existence on multiple services.
   
   
4. Wrath. Typepad goes down regularly. Or at least it feels that way, which dampens my enthusiasm when I'm thinking about posting something. And when it's up sometimes it takes forever to log in. And when I do log in, sometimes the Typepad editor box pisses me off because it tries to be clever with inserting HTML it thinks I want despite the fact that I rarely do. Wordpress.com is looking ever-more-attractive as an alternative. (Oh goody, another blog to maintain! :)
   
   
5. Lust. I've had two laptops stolen this year. And on top of that, I've had four hard drive crashes. As a result, about two weeks' worth of "online funtime" (that normally would have been spent blogging) went to looking at new hardware, making backups, restoring backups, installing software, etc. So much time wasted playing with my tools. Eternal vigilance indeed.
   
   
6. Envy. It takes so much more time to write than to read. In the time it takes me to type a post, I could catch up on many other peoples' blogs. And since the blogosphere is so huge now, it's impossible to be "finished" -- there's always more to read! This is a variation on my problem keeping up with email. Living in Web 2.0 means feeling perpetually behind.
   
   
7. Sloth. The most likely reason is that I'm just lazy. Despite actual hardships in getting fired for blogging, Mark and Joyce both are able to find time to blog; I've never been penalized for blogging, and yet I'm still too lazy to blog. Maybe it feels like having an opinion is too much effort. Or maybe I just need to learn how to write less. Writing less seems to take more time than writing more, though. And time what is in such short supply. It goes by in a blur.
   

I cannot say that in 2006 I will have more time to post. I cannot say that in 2006 I will have anything interesting to say. The only thing I can say about 2006 is that I already know my new year's resolution: to remember to breathe. Everything else will be a bonus.

Comments

[Emy]

"Remember to breathe". I think, from the dim recesses of memory, this is something that you were telling me to do more than fifteen years ago (I just can't say "nearly 20 years" - I will totally admit to my age, but I just can't bring myself to think that it's been that long since I was in school. Perhaps the remedy is to go back?). I suspect that I tried to turn it around on you as well, after I came back from my break.

I suppose that my point here (and I do have one, it just takes me a while to get there, because I tend to go off on tangents, or forget where I started...oh, wait.), is something along the lines of "everything is deeply intertwingled". Life is often cyclical. Lessons we thought we learned many years ago come back in fresh new forms, showing us that we are imperfect beings, that we still have things to learn, that we all have work to do. And not necessarily of the "get up in the morning and go to the office" kind of work. That is important, to be sure, but in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.