I was at the library the other day multitasking.
Because that’s what libraries are for, right?
Writing recipes, looking for design inspiration while simultaneously reading TITANIC TRUCKS to the boy running through the stacked aisles. I was beginning to think that a vacation might be something to consider when all of the sudden books started screaming and jumping off the shelves — dangerously missing my head… I grabbed Will and dove under the nearest table. The piles of books surrounded us as one manuscript fell open at my knees… it was Poe, “I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.” It was then that I realized that something needed to be done immediately… Because I have reached the final point, and this is it. I am dangerously approaching the end of my blogging quota.
Visualize this to be like filling a water balloon to capacity or eating copious amounts of McDonald’s like this guy did a few years ago… only to result in weight gain, heart disease, ulcers and bad skin…. because what did he think was going to happen? I wonder if he wishes that he could go back and undo — kind of like going back and picking through – deleting the bad blog posts while copying and saving the good ones for republishing possibilities… revitalizing the QUOTA. But oh the HUMANITY.
I started For the Birds on August 22, 2008. It was a slow start… and, although I never intended for this blog to turn into what it is now… it has been a journey like no other… similar to swimming across the Atlantic or leaving the space shuttle mid-universe to test out that gravity theory… floating aimlessly into DEEP SPACE. And if you know what this blog is about, then you’re a hair-slight more genius than I, because I lost track a LOOOONG time ago. But I am missing the point.
What I am trying to inch out there is that I am now starting the tedious task of going back, judging myself and then deciding who gets to stay and who gets to go hang out at the pearly gates of archival heaven. But what do you think? If you are here, reading this right now — If you wouldn’t mind turning time off for a few minutes and letting me know if there are any posts that must stay live… Because beyond self-inflicted torture, I am my own souvenir. And I’m sure that isn’t the first time I’ve said that.
I’ve only been reading you for a part of this time….I will need some time to root around in your basement. But of course my interview should stay…see how I always bring it back to me?
I need a deadline here, Ry. I only function with deadlines looming in front of me. Left to my own devices, things simply get put aside. I have too many balls to juggle….mmmmmm, sorry, lost myself for a moment. Gah, see what I mean? Deadline!
I’m keeping all interviews — too precious to remove. I think I’ll start with 2008 – who cares anymore, right! If I come across anything worth a damn I’ll republish it. This sux.
I’m all about deadlines too…. how about one hour? Enough time? it’s 1:33pm now – okay how about 1:35pm. I’ll give you the extra 2 minutes.
I was also wondering if you can make a separte page and just store some of them on that page in one continuous long post. Like my Bloggy Love Dolls page? Hmmm I wonder. (but I did just read that you deleted four already)
very nice! Brilliant idea about the page… I can’t imagine anyone wanting to read most of this dribble… but it’s a good place to let the okay posts rest… the snoozers are total goners.