I've gone almost the whole month of October in silence, at least with regards to the awakening and the subsequent consumption of perennial Asteraceae that this blog proposes to be its subject. It's a far cry from the business of the early summer, when every day I had something to say, even if it wasn't particularly noteworthy. I haven't been whiling away in purposelessness.
Not quite.
I've made no secret that I'm working now. It's full time, and I admit that for the most part I've made vegetative choices with my off-hours. There's a strong attraction I find for that sort of thing. Something to take the edge off, to give it a fitting set of connotations.
I've also recently discovered that I need something to take the edge off, because without it I'm kind of a nasty person (fun fact I almost spelled nasty "gnasty"). It may be that I need to hone one edge and dull the other.
A week or two ago I discovered that I'm short on time. Graduate school applications are coming due around the turn of the year, and I've some ways to go to be prepared. I keep telling myself and my family that if I'm going to do what "needs to be done" I will need to divest myself of distractions, but I never do it. I keep the good ones and the bad ones, and my pile of non-job responsibilities just grows on my non-existent desk. Too much non on the one hand and not enough on the other.
I won't turn this into a memorandum post for myself by listing the aforementioned responsibilities. Suffice to say I have enough writing to do without writing this blog, but that's probably an excuse. I'm writing it now, aren't I?
I'm working on some song reviews that may go up in the next weeks, depending on all that. Should be an interesting diversion. We'll see. I like that expression. Here's the plan guys. Let's watch and find out if it actually happens that way.
Usually it doesn't.
