perhaps i should go read a novel...

Since I've started this blog I have repeatedly contemplated what in the heck I'm doing here, why are all these blogs here?

First off, everybody believes that what is happening in their own mind, their own thoughts, is very important. Since everybody is arrogant and believes they must tell their thoughts to everybody else, everybody is now a publisher. There are blogs, and podcasts, and Twitter, and web pages, and...

You get the idea. But in the past an individual would have to write thousands of pages and then convince a publisher to actually publish whatever had been written. In the old system there were obviously fewer things published because more people were required to approve, or encourage, the content.

It seems to me that there was less crap to wade through before everyone became a publisher... I believe the thoughts of some individuals are more "important" than the thoughts of many others. Now, I didn't say anything about those individual's lives, or their wealth, or anything. I'm just saying that most of what is written is not useful to people other than the author.

So there are millions of irrelevant and basically useless blogs out there that primarily serve the purpose of bolstering the author's ego and alleviating that person's boredom. Hmm...

the news, the news

The information we are inundated with everyday, the news, the news, the oil spill, Greece, fin reg, politicians and celebrities, it is too much. It complicates my 'simplify, simplify' strategy.

what I am whittling...

This is an odd format where one post is on top of the other; I understand it is so the newest post is on top for the reader, the visitor -- but for me as a writer it makes me 'feel' that I wrote the 'ending' first, which I guess is the novelty of the blog, it is a 'never-ending story', until it isn't.

So anyway, to continue with my thoughts from yesterday, which can be found just below this post ;-), I regret mentioning others in a possibly negative light, it shines a negative light back on me, however, I was actually talking about myself, framing my point of reference...

As I'm sending out emails and making phone calls for school and medical treatment and finances it occurs to me that I am fairly disorganized, my documents are scattered and I fail to construct realistic frameworks for dealing with the inevitable future information I will have to file or deal with.

And as I pondered on this, and my similarities with my cousin, and my dissimilarity to many much more control-type people, I didn't jump up and start managing documents, I contemplated if my relaxed attitude, whether my ability and inclination to ponder my own actions, whether these attributes are actually among my strengths ... one of the important things in life is deciding what we are going to do, without the deciding the do is out of your control, which amazes me about obsessive-compulsive control freaks---they actually have very little conscious control of their words or actions, it is almost pre-programed.

That is what I am whittling away at in my life at this moment. "Simplify, simplify," as Thureau would say. What is important, what is valuable, what is pleasant to do with my time and energy and money? Those are important questions, and it is important to take the time to do the asking of those questions.

I guess I am more concerned about organizing my thoughts and actions at the moment than I am in organizing documents and contact information.

Grey Wolf