I try hard to get interested in this blogging crap, but my heart isn't in it. It's not an old man's thing. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think old people read blogs. In fact, I'm fairly well convinced that all this internet stuff is mostly a young person thing . . . and I don't have much to say to young people these days. I spent most of my life talking to young folks, and that's because I was a college professor for a long time. But that's over, and I'm out of the loop now with what's trendy and on the minds of younger people. In short, I don't give a rat's ass anymore. And that means I don't really have anything to say via the blog route that anyone out there would be interested in reading.
There's a lesson here, maybe. Uh, like, maybe I ought to just shut up and do something else with my time. If and when I get a new book out, maybe I'll talk about that. About a half dozen people might read it, the blog that is. And that gives me even more of an excuse not to do it at all. If I think of something to say, I'll scribble a note from time to time. Otherwise, I'll just read a book or something
more mind expanding that this.
After two paragraphs, I'm already feeling too stupid to continue. What was I talking about?
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