I deleted my facebook profile today. I'm beginning to feel too virtual, as if slowly decomposing into packets of 1042 bytes easily lost by feckless routers. I prefer to keep my existence and associations actual.
I wander through the woods with the dog for at least two hours a day, unless I have to leave the island for the day. Even in the rain, the light and shadows and variations on green clear the static in my head and invoke clear vision. By the end of the first half hour, its a tantric mind that listens for whispered wisdoms aloft on silent breezes. Or delusions spit forth by an insistent and silly sub conscience.I often look up disoriented by the progress I've inadvertently made.
Facebook's success is predicated entirely, I'm convinced, on the ability for self-conscious inferiority complex to tabulate friendships and accumulate credit for posting material gleaned from other sources. Look how many friends I have and how much fun I am. Lame-ass, I think.
Blogging, on the other hand, facilitates the mindless ramblings of marginally literate talents (ahem) self-deluded into a conviction of moral or perhaps technical authority that must be shared. A pattern of regular blogging reveals the essence of the character unless the essence is an ersatz contrived persona, which interests some but bores others.
To me, the blog is way to sort of dump the mind's clutter onto a screen in front of me to see what kind of garbage I'm accumulating. Looking over this so far, for example, betrays the morose mental disposition that I've been dealing with lately. Though I swear I won't fall into one of Blogdom's most pervasive and annoying tendencies, that of wallowing in self-obsessed whining.
I write so much meaningless garbage in the course of a day, I think I need to exercise the blog a bit more just to confirm my humanity. Contracts, invoices, email to clients and such drivel seriously threaten to castrate my imagination.
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