Tag: blog

• Why we write

  The very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.

  Zadie Smith

  I used to write a lot more and more often. It’s a muscle that has atrophied since other things in life occupied that space. Some days writing was cathartic when it served as a dumping ground for my daily rants. On other days, there is information to be documented and shared with the world. But most days, especially in my previous employment, writing was a job.

  I was surrounded by writers, most of whom were very good at their craft. On a good day, I was inspired by what poured out from their minds onto paper (or a Google doc) but on bad days, I feel like an imposter; a man walking in the footsteps of giants. This, coupled with my innate desire to polish and perfect things, resulted in never feeling like anything I write is good enough to be retained or published.

  This resolution was made many times before but I’m going to make it again. I will find my “why” and will make time to write regularly. I will get past the insecurity and be okay with just putting stuff out there.

  Why do you write? Where do you find your drive when the going gets tough? Where do you find the joy of writing? Leave me a comment because I’m going to need all the help I can get.

  2023.09.06

• Bring blogs back

  It’s time we bring blogs back. Remember the early 2000s when we had Myspace, geocities and blogspot? Remember when we would bare our hearts and share our thoughts on the internet for people to read? Remember when we would follow each other’s blog and had blogrolls that linked to our favourites?

  I miss those days.

  Too much of the internet is now condensed into a picture or a vertical reel. I know what people wore or ate, or where they traveled to. I know how they posed or who they hung out with. But I don’t know how people feel anymore. The carefully composed (moving) visual doesn’t convey what words could. If communication is in equal parts sending and receiving, then I think something is lost to me when the bits are images and videos.

  I’d like to read prose again. I’d like to know what you’re thinking and feeling, in words that connect two human beings; in written and spoken language that paints a picture in my mind (as opposed to searing an image into my retina). I want opinions and I want to leave a comment, to discuss and debate, to agree and disagree. I want to know how you feel about something. I want to know if I feel the same way as you.

  So here I am, writing in words on my blog, in 2023. If you’re reading and and feel the same way, then leave me a comment – let’s connect. Let’s keep words personal and permanently on the internet. Let’s bring blogs back.

  2023.02.07

• New year, new you

  You made it. Despite whatever shit 2022 tried to throw at you, you’re here. Congratulations. Another year in the pocket. Another year wiser, another year older. Another unwilling step towards the inevitable end.

  I hope you had a nice, boozy holiday break because if you’re reading this on the first day of January, shit’s about to get real the day after tomorrow as we drag our sorry asses back to work.

  Last week, in a fit of inspiration (or rage), I decided to delete everything here and start anew. So if you’ve been here before (yes, all three of you), you’ll notice that the entries you read before are no longer published. It’s a new year and this baby also deserves a new start.

  Happy 2023! Here’s to a decently bearable year ahead!

  2023.01.01