Yeah. Sorry. I’m alive. Just sorta been neglecting my digital duties of late. Despite the fact that my posts here have dwindled and I’m down to about one post per week on LivSimpl, for some inexplicable reason I’ve decided to launch a new project called Write In My Journal.
The idea of Write In My Journal is this: I approach people who look interesting – like they have a story to tell – and ask them if they, knowing they’ll most likely never see me again, will write in my journal. They’re free to write whatever they want. I may give them a prompt to start but ultimately it’s up to them.
There are so many people out there with such diverse backgrounds and perspectives and it’s absolutely fascinating to me. Have you ever looked at a person and thought, “I wonder what their story is? How did they get to where they are? What are their dreams?” I do. All the time. (Is that weird?) This is my chance to get to know some of them, even if it’s just a glimpse, and share their stories that would otherwise go untold.
So I carry around my trusty Moleskinenotebook (which is falling apart – more on that later) and ask people to write in it, right along side all my own scribbles, lists and thoughts.
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OK. So here’s the story: work. Actually, I’m not sure why the *&%# I haven’t been writing as much lately. Work has definitely been more insane than usual. And by “usual” I mean “than it was last October.” Yes, work has been taking its toll and my brain has been mush. And Brain Mush is not conducive to writing.
Honestly, Call of Duty 4 has been my “decompression” activity lately. Yes, sniping terrorists not only is good for world peace but it’s much more mindless than writing. Also, writing isn’t a spectator sport – to really dig into something I need to shut out everything else and focus. However, my wife will watch me play COD4 and be a second set of eyes which has me promoted to rank of First Lieutenant II. I now have a sweet new assault rife with a red dot scope. Thank you honey!
I’m also getting old and fat, which means getting to the gym is much more important which means getting up early which means getting to bed early which means less blogging. Curse my love handles!! Curse them!
Just wanted to reassure my loyal readership that I’m not dead. Just fairly pretty really busy. Sorry for not posting in a week and please don’t club me over the head for it.
Oh, and to avoid some mild profanity, stop the video about four seconds before the end.
Just something I got thinking about while I was washing my hands just now. This is the kind of deep stuff I think about all the time. Really, I should be in some kind of think tank where they observe people’s brainwaves to figure out how they think of such brilliant things. It’d probably have to be a government-sponsored think tank because my thought patterns could be a threat if they fell into the wrong hands. That’s how radically advanced and ground-breaking they are. Seriously, the power I hold between my ears could revolutionize the world.
