six thousand seconds
When my friend Pauly isn't covering poker tournaments on Tao of Poker, he tries to spend ten minutes each day writing in his other blog, Tao of Pauly. He says, "I'm trying to do that ten minute exercise where I just ramble on incessantly for ten minutes in order to keep up my blog and not feel like I'm ignoring my first and original blog." I think it's a good idea, and though I enjoy writing for CardSquad, and I'm getting pretty good at editing the technology newswire at Suicide Girls, it's been coming at the expense of writing just for me, in my lame blog. It's also taken time and energy away from finishing my book, (or given me an excuse to avoid it, depending on how I'm feeling on a particular day) and that's just not cool.
So I'm going to try Pauly's ten minute blast this morning, and do some "because it's fun" writing before I settle into some "pay the bills" writing.
And . . . go:
That NES thing I talked about yesterday, which I got at the mall? It's called Power Player with Super Joystick and Gun. I'm pretty sure it was made by six year-old kids in the sub-sweatshop of a sweatshop in China. I probably shouldn't have bought it, but like BB Gun Mania, Classic NES Mania can make a man do strange things.
I don't write about the kids here very often, because they're old enough to read my blog, and possibly be embarrassed by thier lame stepdad talking about how proud he is of them for working their asses off to ace most of their finals. I don't write about how happy it makes me that they have recently made me feel truly accepted and appreciated for the first time in our lives together, like I matter to them, because I know they or some of their friends may stumble across this, and they'll feel weird. I haven't written about how much fun it's been to play Talisman and Dungeon with them a few times a week, and how happy I am that we all have made the time to hang out together, even if it's just turning off the TV, turning on the radio, and sitting on the couch together while we read our books. (I'm almost finished with The Dark Tower, and Nolan is deeply involved with a book called Catalyst, written by the author of this book I got him for Christmas called Speak.) I also haven't written about how happy it made me when Nolan came into my office the other day, and said, "I just wanted you to know that I've loved every book you've recommended to me, and I wanted to say thank you." Until last summer, Nolan hated to read, and I'd like to think that I had something to do with changing that.
But I also like to write about the things in my life which I feel good about, and those things which bring me joy. Though that list is currently rather short, Ryan and Nolan are right at the top of, and occupying most of it. Sorry if I embarrassed you, guys. But as long as I'm at it, I may as well go all-out: I love you, pookers.
Woah! Firefox just told me that it's ready to auto-update itself to 126.96.36.199. That's pretty cool. And it reminds me that Google Earth is out for OS X. I really like Google Earth, but should I worry about any privacy issues? I mean things like personal tracking info, like the damn google cookie that I have ao anonymize every morning. I can't find anything online that says I should, but the company that seems to be so concerned about "do no evil" has been pretty goddamn close to evil lately.
If you missed the tilt-shift photography thing at boingboing last week, go look at it right now. I am confident that anyone who reads WWdN regularly will love these images as much as I do. In fact, if you don't, I'll refund your WWdN entry fee for the entire month of February.
I woke up this morning, checked my e-mail, and was thrilled to discover that for the first time in weeks, comments on my last few entries out-numbered the spam that made it through Thunderbird's junk mail filter. Honesty time: I write this stuff because it satisfies some sort of creative need, but it's reassuring to know that my time isn't wasted, and that this stuff connects with some of you in some way. When there's more offers for \/!.agr@ and c1a1i5 clogging my inbox than anything else, it gets me down a little bit. And I've been feeling a little down, lately, and I've longed for that feeling of community and interaction from the old days.
Okay, time's up. While it's nice to actually sit down and write for myself, giving myself an arbitrary time limit is stifling, and results in a disjointed series of thoughts, rather than a coherent story. I guess that's okay, because the coherent story-telling energy needs to be saved for the book right now, and it's better to have some rambling bullshit than nothing at all. So this exercise was worthwhile, I guess. Maybe I can give myself a minimum to ten minutes each morning to write for myself before I get to "work." Yeah, I'll do that. I can still write longer and more interesting stuff when the inspiration hits me, but for the near future, I'm doing at least ten minutes every morning, except on weekends, because that's Willie's time!
How about we finish off with a Quote of the Day?
Most people would rather be certain they're miserable than risk being happy.
- Robert Anthony