There is no greater creature of habit than me. I like routine, stability. I need security. But the odd thing about all of this, the irony of it, is how bored I get by it all. I'm always craving something new. I need routine, but it bores me to death. I'm not sure what it is about my current state, but the days and weeks seem to fly by like the yellow dashes of a passing lane. I'm feeling a sense of urgency, born of this sense of passing time, together with a pervasive boredom. I've always believed that you're living life well if the recent past seems a million years ago. What makes things seem like they were a million years ago? Well, I think it's change. When someone has the feeling that something 5 years ago was just last year, look out. That person needs some change.

I saw a news story on the MacNeil Lehrer News Hour last night about blogs and bloggers. The journalist was praising both, with the prefatory caveat that "sure, they might be narcissistic and self-absorbed, but..." haha Yes, indeed. See the paragraph above for evidence on that point. But I'm glad I'm doing it. The ease of doing it would have escaped me but for Ann, so for that, I thank her. She's so much more tuned into what's happening out there in cyberland than I am. It seems that lots of people are writing and reading thoughtful political commentary, or other similar less self-absorbed material. While I often have thoughts on such matters, I rarely want to write about them, and certainly not on a regular basis. I prefer more personal things. So that's mostly what I'll be writing about. I have little interest in reading the personal thoughts of others, or rather, I might enjoy it but I set aside no time for such reading, so I can't imagine who might read this. But as one guy in the segment on tv last night said, I'm doing this to force me to write. That alone is enough reason. I've long ago realized that I am only able to think clearly when I have to write things down. It's as if I'm unable to make simple connections that reach from a to m without mapping them out. So that's what I'm doing. Also, I find that sitting down and being forced to write something when you have no thoughts is a good thing. Often times good things come of it. I used to write someone at least once, but often multiple times, in a single day via email. And it was good for me. It exercised my imagination a little. Afterall, you eventually run out of things to write about yourself, so the imagination begins to kick in. So bear with me (It's not bare, is it? No). Eventually the self-absorbed stuff will run its course and I'll write something good ocassionally.