It's been about a year since my last posting. It seems I have a problem with the concept of time and it's passage, or at least my passage through it. For instance, isn't Lyndon Johnson still president? Well, he should be. (When you're hospitalized for a head injury, attending physicians always ask you "Who is the president?" For the past five years I've been planning to respond, if in that situation, "Al Gore!" and make a fervent, cogent argument if the doctor argues with me...and he will because most are Republicans and have trouble living in the reality-based world these days.) Maybe this time continuum problem is related to my penchant for procrastination, a chronic problem. I remember writhing on my bed at 1 in the morning the day a term paper was due in high school. I'd start writing the paper at 1:05 a.m. and finish around 4 a.m. I'd get an "A" but would suffer the inevitable consequences of sleep deprivation. Ah, but the rush of waiting until the last minute, it has its allures.
That's not been the problem with my inability to post on the blog. I suppose it's my hesitancy to plunge into a new medium. Indeed, I came kicking and screaming into the computer age. As a neo-Luddite, I thought the fountain pen was the pinnacle of communications technology, or at least the glorious IBM Selectric II. Of course, today, I depend on my computer(s) and the Internet. Both Jaye (the beloved spouse) and I use the Internet as our primary news source. It was said of Jaye by her father that she'd spend her last quarter on a newspaper rather than a meal. I've long contended that I was not raised by my Mother and Father but by Huntley and Brinkley. While we still subscribe to the New York Times Sunday paper and a few magazines, we now read our newspapers mostly on-line. And television news is now but a shadow of its former substance and weight. It's generally loud, obnoxious and uninformative. Soft news blather. Infotainment. Elvis shooting his TV set with his .357 from his easy chair was a few years ahead of its time. Watching TV news makes me want to cry, yell at the screen, get up and shake the set in lieu of the reporter or "anchor." No sense of history, no sense of their responsibility to fully report the news, no sense of their responsibility to the language...heck, no sense at all.
But I digress. For whatever reason, I decided to make my yearly post on the blog. Perhaps I'll be more conscious of the time and not wait so long to stick my toe into the blogosphere.
