i used to do this regularly. nearly every day i would spend idle hours expousing my insight and values on what was then, an unknowing public. at one point, people actually paid attention. when i stopped, those same people asked axed me “how come you stopped?”
i did you all a favor, people.
what comes of this is unknown. i lost my original blog to the demons of excess bandwidth. it amounted to around 6 years of stuff. owls. life. cynicism (hooray!) observation. bliss. politics…why it was as though i had found a voice and the venue to voice it within.
of course, owls are the profound component of my recurring nightmare endeavors. i can’t seem to shake them. they are compelling and alluring. like ones’ first love. the first child. the first six-pack of highly-hopped micro brew.
sadly, i don’t think i’ve moved much further in life than where i was.
i love that.
now, with the gales of november september crashing against the rugged shoreline of lake superior and me having a poorly timed day off (i took it so i could have a long banding effort last night…alas rain and wind), i am going to see what becomes of this.
the fall migration has thus far, been lackluster. none of the early season “pushes” i have come to dread expect. whereas in the early years of my homeownership, job responsibility was not a significant challenge, it now is and so, i must juggle owls with work with salsa canning and of course, there is always that damnable micro brew.
i’m not gonna get into a big chunk of blogging right now cuz i don’t know if i can sustain the effort without a big dose of literary cialis.