Resurrection?

I told myself almost a year ago that I was really pretty much done with blogging. I didn’t really see myself as a writer, and I didn’t really feel like I had anything to say anyhow. Here lately, I’ve found myself cycling back towards thinking about it more and more often, and I figure I’ll give it a go again. This time, I’m not making any promises to myself. I’ll just write whenever I feel like writing, and whatever I feel like writing about. You know. The way a personal blog like this is supposed to work.

I doubt if I have anyone with this blog still on their feed lists, but maybe I can coax a few old internet friends into trying to follow along again as I update sporadically and usually fail to come up with anything interesting to say, but it seemed to make a few people happy before, and for the love of all things good and decent, my job is sucking my soul from me. It’s not that I dislike my job, or I’m ungrateful for it. Rather, quite the opposite. I usually have a pretty good time while I’m at work, and having been unemployed for nearly 10 months, I appreciate beyond words the real blessing it is that I even am employed. But, there’s something missing from this whole Corporate America thing that I had while I was in college, and I guess that’s what really kept me from blogging before. I had release.

I had a few professors who welcomed me into their offices to shoot the shit and discuss various and sundry topics for hours, from our high-and-mighty academic pedestals. We were the academic elite. And, let us be honest here, the academic pandering that goes on in the college world is extremely nice to one such as me who needs the ego stroked. But, even more than that, it often challenged me. I had to think quickly and respond intelligently to questions to which I did not always have ready answers. My mind was nimble, and I could dart and weave around nearly any rhetorical obstacle. Nowadays? I feel slow, sluggish. I’ve grown fat and lazy in the year since graduation because there hasn’t been much of a reason to continue exercising. TV has really become a staple instead of books, and that’s really a shame.

I figure if maybe I start writing again, writing anything, then maybe I’ll at least get to exercise a little bit. Maybe throw out a little philosophy, or a few observations. Analyze some causation here or there. I think I’ll start with a critique / analysis of Avatar, and I’ll kick the people who say it’s about how humans destroy the environment squarely in the throats, because that’s a minor point, and you should be ashamed of yourself for stopping there.

Stay tuned. I might just get snippy.