Monday, January 29, 2018

Metablogging on a Monday Night

Since the reincarnation of my blog this year, I haven't quite decided what I want it to be.  When I first started this blog a few years ago, it was going to be a journal of my passage from software engineering manager back to software engineer.  That path lasted 4 months before I decided I'm a better manager and hired some of my old software engineers.

So, what then?  I know from a click bait point of view, my blog should focus on one topic.  And Lord knows, if I find a topic that I can concentrate on, I may start a sibling blog, but that's not the point.

Since my list of hobbies have expanded, so have the topics I'm likely to write about.  I've considered writing my own management manual to counter the condescending "people as resources" horseshit that's been present since time immemorial.  I want to write about my new musical rediscovery, my love of languages - even though I'm not fluent at all, my desire to still be a software engineer, my desire to draw again after 25 years.  I want to thumb my nose at everyone I've ever met who said "you get more conservative as you get older," as though being conservative is the more intelligent choice instead of simply the safer one.  I want to scoff at everyone who champions supply side economics and claims that "a liberal is just a conservative who hasn't been mugged yet" and attributes that quote to Winston Churchill (funny - between Churchill, Twain, and Wilde, there are apparently no quotes left).

I want to write short stories and serial fiction and essays.  I want to publish recipes that I've made and have people respond that I didn't do a good job in imparting the instructions, so I have I chance to make amends and take revenge on every shitty recipe I ever followed in the past thinking I'd done something wrong.

Most of all, I want to write.  I remember a commercial a few years ago featuring a girl who stuttered, but wrote on screen that she was at home with the written word.  I connected with that commercial, even though it was probably trying to sell me some sort of purchased happiness in the form of gay missiles for confused Nazis, but the message stuck.  I've always felt more comfortable writing than speaking.  The words flow easier.  I don't have to deal with some intellectual wit trying to one up me in a battle of extemporaneous speech.  I can simply collect my thoughts.

So, again, what then?  Well, I'm just going to write.  Sometimes it will be the 1000th post on what I'm going to write, sometimes it will be unabashedly technical, sometimes it will rant against the conventional wisdom society offers me that I'm coming to loathe, and, sometimes, it will be a guitar lesson even though I don't have the experience to give a guitar lesson. 

If you're lucky, you may even get post of mine that I've bothered to edit after writing, but don't count on it.

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