my new year’s day inertia-breaker
In keeping with the tradition of the first day of the New Year, I’ve resolved to return to my more or less suspended blogular activity here. When something grinds to a stop, it becomes subject to inertia, which as I recall from my high school science is the tendency of a body at rest to remain at rest and the tendency of a body in motion to remain in motion.
My current cunning plan is to use the momentum of the venerable tradition of New Year’s resolutions to get this body in motion (in more ways than one, I hope, but more about that later) and trust that inertia will be enough to keep it going. This I resolve: I intend to return to my former free flowing and prolifically poetical ramblings on this blog.
It seems that, somehow, putting this web address on my business cards caused me to take it way too seriously. I began to feel shy about revealing new strangeness here, but strangeness is me and I am returning to my roots. I do have a business website after all, it’s a perfectly good domain and website, found at http://earthmatrix.net, and the other side of my New Year’s resolution plan is to get that site updated and enlivened.
This particular site is meant to be an avenue for me to wear my various hats, not just the one in which I’m trying to generate clientele (musical, astrological or other) and being all wise and serious about it.
‘Me’ is the name of this domain. Here is where I traditionally hold forth on all kinds of subjects, emotional, philosophical, political and poetical (as a glance through the archives makes clear), and I am once again returning to my blogular roots and releasing concern for the commercial consequences of my verbal expressions.
I’m a writer, a poet, a philosopher of the strange, a photographer, an artist, in addition to what I do for money. I now reclaim this space as a venue through which my variosities may freely express. I also make up words.
I now declare for the separation of my business and personal identities; they don’t fit under a single umbrella, really. I get tight, tense and self-censor when I try to craft a persona that may or may not attract or repel a potential client. I project my own issues on the question of whether some stranger ‘out there’ will be off-put by some turn of phrase or overly self-revealing post. Self-revealing is what I’m about, and with apologies to those who prefer drier reading material, please do feel free to forego the pleasure of reading this blog. You know I love you anyway.
That’s all for today, folks, but I will be posting here. Every single day. That’s my resolution, for what it’s worth. Enjoy, those of you who have missed my ramblings here. And thanks for letting me know.
