Once again my canvas is empty and my palate is dry. No flush of inspiration is flooding my brain. No exceptional thought or feeling is contributing to my imagination and empowering me to write interesting things to sustain my blog. The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind may be my movie of the week.
It is not as though life has descended into the morass or a black hole with no light or sound protruding. The days have not degraded to the point of tedium. In fact they continue at a friendly gait with barely a minimum of free time and the waking hours pass like an exploding asteroid through the earthly skies leaving time short to gaze on it’s magnificence.
There is much I could comment about. My European adventure later in the year which is slowly but surely taking shape. The world of cycling, one of the few things I can talk about with a degree of expertise. The wretched Australian cricket tour of India. The insipid abilities of those who are required to lead at my place of work or the familial reasons I drove 400km on the weekend without ever leaving the confines of the Capital. However, none of this seems to grip me as similar episodes have in the past and I reach and grab at these ideas and they slip away, leaving me to metaphorically grasp at thin air when I think of putting my fingers to the keyboard to plot another entry in my blog which may relate to the trial of life or the observations of that which I see around me.
Perhaps I haven’t lived enough to be writer. Perhaps my blog has run it’s course and it is time to put it to bed. Or perhaps the part of my make up which contributes original thought is merely suffering a malaise, an interegnumm which will right itself when the time comes and once again I will be gripped with inspiration.
Perhaps I should reach into the well of memory and tackle the more tawdry details of the past, memories which dodge and weave through my mind like a boxer defying his opponent. Memories which occasionally come upon me reluctantly but remind me of my less mature self.
Alas, Pandora’s box will not be opened and many things are better left unsaid and who knows on a public blog who may be scouring their own past looking for tidbits about those with whom they have had relations and provocations in the years gone by. Feeding the untamed beast is not a sensible option.
So I will sign off on this short note with an apology to those who may venture in looking for a few minutes of entertainment to bide their time or to simply check up on what I am doing with my life. There is nothing to see here!
But fear not. My blog is going nowhere and although I am not be as prolific as I have been I will stay active and keep up to date whenever I feel the urge.
And so, like a shot out of a rifle I will continue to race down the gun barrel of life and will shortly emerge into the sunshine of this cloudless autumn day to continue my journey. My bike awaits and it is calling my name and I am answering with glee and bid you all adieu until next time.
Have a great day.
It is not as though life has descended into the morass or a black hole with no light or sound protruding. The days have not degraded to the point of tedium. In fact they continue at a friendly gait with barely a minimum of free time and the waking hours pass like an exploding asteroid through the earthly skies leaving time short to gaze on it’s magnificence.
There is much I could comment about. My European adventure later in the year which is slowly but surely taking shape. The world of cycling, one of the few things I can talk about with a degree of expertise. The wretched Australian cricket tour of India. The insipid abilities of those who are required to lead at my place of work or the familial reasons I drove 400km on the weekend without ever leaving the confines of the Capital. However, none of this seems to grip me as similar episodes have in the past and I reach and grab at these ideas and they slip away, leaving me to metaphorically grasp at thin air when I think of putting my fingers to the keyboard to plot another entry in my blog which may relate to the trial of life or the observations of that which I see around me.
Perhaps I haven’t lived enough to be writer. Perhaps my blog has run it’s course and it is time to put it to bed. Or perhaps the part of my make up which contributes original thought is merely suffering a malaise, an interegnumm which will right itself when the time comes and once again I will be gripped with inspiration.
Perhaps I should reach into the well of memory and tackle the more tawdry details of the past, memories which dodge and weave through my mind like a boxer defying his opponent. Memories which occasionally come upon me reluctantly but remind me of my less mature self.
Alas, Pandora’s box will not be opened and many things are better left unsaid and who knows on a public blog who may be scouring their own past looking for tidbits about those with whom they have had relations and provocations in the years gone by. Feeding the untamed beast is not a sensible option.
So I will sign off on this short note with an apology to those who may venture in looking for a few minutes of entertainment to bide their time or to simply check up on what I am doing with my life. There is nothing to see here!
But fear not. My blog is going nowhere and although I am not be as prolific as I have been I will stay active and keep up to date whenever I feel the urge.
And so, like a shot out of a rifle I will continue to race down the gun barrel of life and will shortly emerge into the sunshine of this cloudless autumn day to continue my journey. My bike awaits and it is calling my name and I am answering with glee and bid you all adieu until next time.
Have a great day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 