Being an avid feed reader junkie for several years, one of the regular posts that crops up from a quiet blog is a shout of “I’m Still Alive!”. This is often followed by some kind of self-punishment declaring “Oh, I’ve been a bad, bad blogger, but I’m going to get my act together!”<\/p>\n
You could be really boring and make it a one line yip, possibly followed up by a similar yap after another week of silence. You know a blog is on the way out when this happens.<\/p>\n
Or, one could be very creative in delivering this standard confession:<\/p>\n
Brant Hansen did this a couple days ago with a post titled And the Award for “Worst Blogger Ever” goes to…<\/a><\/p>\n So here’s what’s happened:\u00a0A few months ago, they started syndicating our radio show.\u00a0 And that’s neat.\u00a0 But it’s confronted me with something I didn’t think about:\u00a0 Emails.\u00a0 Bushels of ’em.<\/p>\n To:\u00a0 Brant.\u00a0 From:\u00a0 Every Person Alive.\u00a0 RE:\u00a0 Every Conceivable Thing, Mostly Tragic Stuff<\/p>\n I wrote awhile back that C.S. Lewis took the time to write to each correspondent.\u00a0 It doesn’t quite suffice to say, as I did, that “I’m no C.S. Lewis.”\u00a0 Let’s just say that if Clive is\u00a0an F-16, Brant is a paper airplane, badly-folded.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Or, our local author N.D. Wilson laments his lack of blogging while disclosing his next brilliant social business plan in a post called Don’t Let the Chia Pet Die<\/a>:<\/p>\n I will gather a stable of writers, and then take clients too lazy (or busy) to blog, but who are desirous of all the immense gratification that comes from watching web stats rise, pie charts swell, and comments flourish. These lazy people will forward all photos and news items to their assigned ghost-blogger, who will then over-romanticize humorous, coy, and empathetic narratives around them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Alas, I have nothing so clever – just parroting quotes from other folks and throwing in a little commentary. Only my wife reads this blog anyway. Actually, I think by brother might read it sometimes too. And the guy from Portland with the cool photos<\/a> on Flickr.<\/p>\n I was on a roll, writing at least a little something every day, then I lost my way.<\/p>\n And save our souls, we’re playing dead – Drown Out, The Swell Season, Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Actually what happened is I just got a new job! I continue to shun my degree in music theory and move up the IT ladder. It’s been a good time so far. I’ll keep recording other thoughts here as I bumble on down the road.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Being an avid feed reader junkie for several years, one of the regular posts that crops up from a quiet blog is a shout of “I’m Still Alive!”. This is often followed by some kind of self-punishment declaring “Oh, I’ve been a bad, bad blogger, but I’m going to get my act together!” You could … <\/p>\n
\nAnd mine for gold in a heart of lead
\nAnd turn around and save yourself
\nWe found our way and blocked it out<\/p>\n