Blogging is like going to the gym. You tell yourself you’re going to do it everyday and then you don’t. The last two months have been all about my mother’s death and work. Any remaining hours were siphoned off by my other hobbies: photography and reading. Yeah I count reading as a hobby.
If we’re going to have the long happy writer-reader relationship that we’re all looking for you are going to have to put up with my ticks. I will enumerate them for you:
- I blow hot and cold on things. I am either all in or all out. If I am blogging that’s pretty much all I am doing. If I am taking pictures or programming that’s pretty much it. Balance is for rocks on pinnacles not me.
- I always return to my passions. I never give up on things I just put them aside. My affection for amateur astronomy has not gone away it’s just difficult to indulge it in the wretched quasi-opaque low altitude skies of St. Louis. This city has many charms but clear skies is not one of them.
- I don’t give a crap about what people think. This is a problem for anyone that pretends to write. Authors, even lowly bloggers, cannot ignore their audience or they won’t have one. My manly impulse is to ignore you, but I will, on occasion, profusely apologize and beg you to keep reading. It’s all crocodile tears. My apologies are as insincere as Obama’s: another guy that doesn’t give a crap about what you think.
- I will never change: at least while alive. Guys get this instantly. A few women have vainly tried to correct my bad habits; they didn’t succeed.
To end June on a happy note and, more importantly, to test a nifty WordPress layout feature here’s a collection of recent images. Click on any one to enlarge. All these images, and thousands more, are always on view on SmugMug. Next month I will be a better boy and write the epoch defaming rubbish you all love and crave.