And, now, for some stream of consciousness. I must be conscious, because I am putting words on a “page”…
Ever since I started this blog—because someone suggested that a blog would help sell my trash fiction, which it hasn’t—I have felt obligated to post something each day, in case somewhere in the world, some poor soul with nothing better to do might want to read something witty or worthless, to take his or her mind off all the troubles of the day, big or small, at home or abroad. Some days, I offer a link to something worthwhile—of course, written by someone talented. There are a few regular favorites, some humorous, some intelligent, and some both: Borowitz, Collins, Jenkins, Non Sequitur, and so on. If I like and respect them, then everyone should. Duh!
Today, when thinking about what to write, I could find nothing to offer the world…except my thoughts, as I was trying to take a nap. I have found that a nap is a good way to waste time, when I can think of nothing better to do or as an excuse to avoid things I could do. Ronald Reagan took naps and look at all the damage he did. This line of thinking led me to consider what I should be doing. At the highest level of consciousness, I realised that the only thing required of me—as a human being—is to eat and sleep. I have fulfilled my purpose on this earth by reproducing two fine children, who are attractive, intelligent, and good humans. I have no other purpose.
Because of that, there is no crime in taking a nap…whenever I want. As far as the eating part goes, I am lucky. When I consider the fate of overweight Americans, I know that there but a good metabolism go I. At times, I will eat an entire bag of potato chips or a pint of ice cream. The appealing flavor helps me to understand why folks put on pounds: it tastes good, therefore I eat. Self-discipline—which I have—is not at issue, it’s metabolism. Either one puts on weight or one does not. I am lucky.
So, I can eat and sleep all I like, being content that I am harming no one and not avoiding any useful purpose. That’s what I call a good life. The only aggravation comes at the times when I am foolish enough to flip through the news channels and pause at Fox News or glance at the headlines on Salon, which scream about the idiots on the right side of the political spectrum. And, believe me, these people are evil idiots.
Which reminds me to finalize my next trash novel, in which some bad folks play a role. I have written a rough draft, but can’t find the needed motivation to finish the damn thing and share it with the world…which is not interested in another trash novel…
Sharp readers will notice that something changed.
The time had come...or I needed something to do (to avoid other projects).
I do not know if this is better, but it is different. The visual is supposed to suggest creativity. Pages should load faster, because there are less layers. The photos need more thought, but these were handy for quick change.
If you do not like this, I will surely change again...some day...
Anyone suffering from extreme boredom or with enough time to waste on such foolishness, will have noticed the change of photo on the main page.
The text mentions a few ideal spots to enjoy a good book--or one one mine. The photo adds another: a house or apartment or village bench with view of a mountain lake, in they case Lake Como, Italy.
Anyone with a firm grasp of the obvious will notice that I changed the photo at the top of the first page. I like to change this a few times a year to reflect conditions under which people read books.
I liked the shot of the moon over the Alps, but it was a bit dark. Some might call the scene depressing. I recall the night, and it was far from depressing. It was a good night to sit in front of a warm fire and read a good book.
Unfortunately (or not) winter has not lived up to the promise of that photo. We have had no snow. Today, the temperature climbed into the 50's. People sat at outdoor cafés and caught a few rays. The new photo, with the Alps having a light dusting of snow, reflects the fading/never-showed-up winter.
Those of you with greater power of observation than a blind person will have noticed that I changed the photo on the title page. (I’ll pause a moment, while you look...)
Winter has arrived, more or less. I recall cold weather starting around late October and running until April. In this part of Germany, the weather remains damp and cool (not unlike much of summer), despite the calendar suggesting that cold temperature should occur. Therefore, I felt that a winter-themed photo might be appropriate. Perhaps, this will cause someone to follow the finely crafted words below the photo, which suggest enjoying (after purchasing) one of my trash novels in front of a fire.
Speaking of novels, I recalled a few moments ago the first sentence of the first book I attempted: The heat of the sauna felt good after an afternoon of raking leaves. I raked leaves this afternoon, and I enjoyed a sauna. This sentence did not make the cut and did not appear in what ultimately became fLying’s easy. Still, I like the words and the memories.
There is more than one way to learn if the seasons change. One could consult a calendar. Or, one could watch the weather. In some latitudes, the amount of daylight gives a clue.
For sharp-eyed followers of this worthless blog, a new photo on the title page pays tribute to the current season. Fall has arrived. (Duh).
This is self-evident in Vermont, where the photo was taken by a fool standing on a hill many years ago, because the foliage sends a colorful seasonal greeting.
Anyone not wasting their time writing a blog will not understand the pressure of producing something every day. Of course, one has an opinion about a bunch of topics, but most are not worth sharing.
There are times when one does not want to think lofty thoughts, there are times when one does not feel the need to share those with others. And, there are times when one has nothing to say or nothing worth repeating.
Unlike a diary, where one records every detail of the day, this blog is not a place for me to list my activities. No one cares about my arising early to drive to my wife's business to unlock the door for worker. Or that I stopped by the hardware store on the way home to lunch to buy paint and glue. Certainly, no one is interested in my lunch, which was rather good salmon, risotto, and salad, accompanied by a cheap pinot grigio.
I decided to be more worthless than usual today. I am not properly motivated for a number of reason. The weather is uninspiring. The lingering remnants of a cold let me feel sorry for myself.
I cannot promise improvement tomorrow, but inspiration might arrive...
Once again, the sharper knives in the drawer will notice that something has changed.
Because I can.
Because it’s easy.
Because I want to put to use a few of the thousands of photos I have taken and don’t know what else to do with them.
Really sharp observers, who take the time to flip through the pages, will notice that each page has a different photo. Some even include some old fool at various stages in life. Each photo is supposed to contain a bit of metaphor, which no one will be able to decifer.
Again, because I can.
Because this website is all about me...
For some with computers from the last century or internet connections featuring pony-express speed, pages might load slowly. If you want full color, you gotta pay the price...
Any returning visitor, with even minimal grasp of the obvious, will note that something changed.
I needed something to distract me from working on my latest "ouevre", so I decided to play around with a new design. Once done, I felt that it's not "it", but did not feel like playing any longer. Don't get too used to this layout, because I will probably try again to find something more to my liking.
That said, the content is far more important and compelling than the design....