January 26th, 2009
I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind
So much of what I capture on this here blog is on the fly and in real time. I don’t label each post ‘Live Blogging My Brain #’s 1-87′ because those are pretty boring and non-descriptive titles. Also, not every single post of mine is on the fly, and using a naming convention that would occasionally be broken would only serve to wreak havoc on my OCD governed brain.
When I’m not in front of my computer and I have one of these moments where I am moved by a beat in a song, or a dust particle in front of my eye, my brain doesn’t particularly care to remember whether or not at the time of these synapse firings my fingers were working so diligently to capture their every nuance. It still happens just the same. But if a tree falls in the my brain and my fingers aren’t there to capture it, does it make a blog post? I won’t bother using spoiler tags: It doesn’t.
Thus, for every blog post I do write, I’ve lost seven (statistical data pulled from studies done at the Institute of I Just Made This Number Up). Which could be translated to only one day of your week is it worth getting out of bed. Maybe not, I wasn’t always the best at maths. Regardless, I just wrote a blog post about not writing blog posts. I know what you are thinking you trendy little hipster, so ‘meta’ or ‘ironic’ or ‘funny’ or whatever incorrectly used cool word you wanna call it.
Where this post will end in the next two paragraphs, I never really know. I don’t like to the know the endings of things before I read/watch them, and my own blog posts are no different. I really do like them to be as big a mystery to me as they are to the reader. Now here’s my breakaway. If I’m busy doing other things when these moments occur, so much so that only 1/7 of them get captured accurately in real-time, then I must ask myself what I’m doing from day-to-day and minute-to-minute to allow for such a colossal loss of raw mental download.
And finally, here’s your takeaway. Sleep is overrated. Sex is oversold. Jobs are for losing. Dreams are for chasing. Do way more of what you want to be doing. Do absolutely none of what you don’t want to be doing. You will never have enough money. You will never have enough time. You will not get another chance. You will only happen once.
Tags: Blog, Blogging, Bon Iver, Brain, Download, Dreams, Funny, Hipster, Irony, Jobs, Meta, Money, OCD, Sex, Sleep, Spoiler Tags, Time, Woods
January 27th, 2009 at 5:40 am
thanks for that last graf. it really says everything.
January 29th, 2009 at 8:08 pm
Earlier this month, I deleted my tumblog. I decided on a whim that I didn’t want to spend this new year recording vaguely compelling, semi-random shit in a public forum. The tumblog experience gave me momentum. I became more observant of my surroundings. I started to look for things in and around my life to share with others. I started carrying a camera with me at all times. And then I figured out that the tumblog momentum needed some direction. So, started a photoblog. It does two things I’ve wanted to do for years: 1) take photos everyday (or night, I suppose) and 2) show people my photos everyday. Of course, in the absence of the tumblog, I’m still observant. I still look for things to share with others. I still carry a camera with me at all times. All the semi-random shit still happens. But if it’s not a photo opp, I let it go. Or I use the comment section of other peoples’ blogs to record it.