Nolo Contendre…
Nope, my amazing dearth of productivity in this thicket of nugatory weeds is not excused for any valid reason, like grading papers and preparing grade reports for students, which JohnB claims. Nor for reasons of holiday travel like MaryB. [Note to self: Hey, Self, I never noticed it before, but wonder if they are related, JohnB and MaryB. Hmmmm... Maybe they've been holding out on us?]
Unlike Tamarika, I do not have a rich vein of nuggets to draw from and recycle with as much relevance today as they had then. Jeremy’s excuse is that he has closed shop and moved to new digs where he is gangbang blogging with a renegade band of fellow academic sociologists.
I have no plausible excuse to offer as does Elsie, The Entertainer, who has been physically and emotionally dedicated to preparation and execution of a Thanksgiving feast for a cast of thousands … well dozens, anyway. Em is corporeally and spiritually dedicated to the proper raising and care of his teenage progeny, as well he should be, even though it interferes from time to time with his posting. But, when he finds time to write, it is worth the wait and always provides a richness that I can but envy.
Nope. I have searched far and wide for a good excuse to hide behind during this period of productive paucity. All I can come up with is that I am seasonally sated and terminally arse-lazy. This too shall pass … well, the sated part, at least…
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Wonderful, Winston! Thanks so much for the link and kind words. I go in and out from having so much to say and being speechless! And, all the while, I wonder why I am blogging at all!
Don’t call yourself names. We are in different phases for different reasons…It’s always fun and interesting to stop by your site. I haven’t been commenting lately hardly anywhere - just so caught up in the mad dash to complete my book.
Happy Holiday season to you.
Thanks for the plug, sir. Occasional silences are not to be apologized for. On the contrary: they make your readers wonder what you’re up to, they create an aura of mystery about you.
At least, this is what I imagine my reader(s) to be thinking about me.
Me, too, sir. Me, too. (Notice I haven’t posted in a week or so. Once I come out of my turkey haze, I’m sure I’ll come up with something creative to say.)
Wow…thanks for the kind words! Three teenagers do tie me up in knots some days. And I’m definitely blaming them for the gray hair! But I will admit, sometimes I fall prey to the “seasonally sated and terminally arse-lazy” syndromes, as well.
A feast it was! Hosting dinner is the way to go. I get to eat more because of all the hard work and sweat I put into it — at least that’s what I tell myself. Thanks for the nod.
I go through times like that where I don’t think another topic will appear but right now it’s being taken care of for me by the latest insanity from the government– the thought crime bill S.1959. For any blogger running low on ideas check that one out and how it’s receiving very little to no mainstream coverage and yet could re-institute McCarthyism and you’ll get your juices flowing
I just read in the Odd news section that a guy in Knoxville shot a Red Light camera with a 30.06. Now I can understand his frustration, but the police said he had not been a victim of the camera. Maybe he just didn’t like big brother. But that is an awfully powerful rifle to shoot a camera with. What if he missed. He could have killed someone 6 blocks away with that thing. I would have preferred a shotgun.
Don’t worry Winston. I’ve never known you to be at a loss for words. I have faith in you. Keep up the good work!
Everybody needs a rest now again. If it weren’t for groaner the past month or so, I wouldb’t have posted a dang thing but now, like Rain, the Thought Crime Billhas me ranting my poor heart out. Sigh.
Hi, you have a jolly good post here, thanks for the good read
Thank you for putting blogging into perspective. Lord, I thought I was the only one who sat down stared at my blog and said, “What am I doing here?” But sooner or later something hits me and I am back writing my heart out.