Something Swift this way comes…

I’ve noticed a tendency for folk online to write about nothing. Pages and pages of nothing. Reams of the stuff, and these folk aren’t writing anything that’s touching or inspiring or uplifting, or even something demeaning, debasing, or outright contentious. I find myself falling victim betimes to the same malady. I’ve scanned through my archives and seen words stacking up, building upon one another and it’s all about nothing. Well, I hereby promise to attempt to keep the ‘fluff’ down to a minimum in the future. That being said, I’d like to tell you about something that amazes me and makes me laugh.

My Father is the last human being on the face of the planet that could possibly be considered a ‘Techy’, ‘Geek’, or ‘Nerd’. Therefor it is astounding to me that every time I go over to my parents’ house, he’s asking me a question about the computer: “How do I burn CD’s”, “How do I set up an email Filter for Spam?”, “How do I install all these .exe files?”, and others. Maybe he dosen’t use such technical jargon, but I can depend on him, at least once in an evening when I’m there to approach me on the subject of the computer and how to get it to do something for him. To top it all off, he’s gotten to where he uses Ebay. Not just a little. Religiously. This guy is a regular Bid-aholic. In fact, last night he said to me, “Jamie, you know how to get the best price for an item on ‘That Auction Site’ and get it, don’tcha?” Of course anyone who’s ever even looked at Ebay knows to wait until the last moment, then put in a bid for the item, as long as it meets your price requirements and the seller is willing to let it go for that price, then you get it for the price you bid for it, as long as you get your bid in and no one else outbids you at the last minute.

Normally I wouldn’t even say anything about this, but he brought to my knowledge that he dosen’t just surf Ebay, he actually buys a shitload of stuff off of Ebay. The thought that immediately shot through my head was: Jesus God in Heaven, my father’s an Auction Addict. The next thought hot on the heels of that one was: He’s going to fall for a scammer if he’s not careful. However I dutifully kept my lip buttoned up and just nodded along with him. His thing is toy trains, and I figured there just can not be too many people out there scamming toy train collectors, can there? Let’s hope not.

More Later,

S

You’ll also notice that I got a wild hair up my ass and redesigned the site. Don’t be alarmed, this is the right place. I’ve just taken on a minimalist form because it fits me so well. I hope you guys enjoy it.

S

Alright, it has been one entire month since I’ve blogged at all. I haven’t written anything uplifting or even the tiniest bit inspiring in that month. I have not given my opinion in text, I haven’t posted my thoughts on the way the world is at present at all. I have not spoken to a single one of you in this medium for 30+ days.

That said, I’m back.

That’s right, I didn’t disappear down a dark hole, I didn’t fall off the face of the Earth, and I didn’t forget about my blog or you guys. I was simply taking a hiatus from writing here. I needed a break to let myself clean out, recharge my batteries, and get a little inspiration along the way.

I found myself needing a time away from everything, from as much as I could unplug from, so I could get back to the roots of myself. Did I find myself in that month? No, I didn’t. Did I find what I’d lost along the way? Sadly to say, I haven’t yet. I fear that the search for self is an ongoing process, something that can never be truly accomplished, nor completely fulfilled. I wish it wasn’t so, my wunderkinds, but I’m afraid that it is. So, as I sit here, letting Eric Clapton fill my head with strains of ‘Layla’ and my heart with mellow good cheer, I return to you, my few readers. I return at a time when I’m sure most of my readership has fallen away, giving me up for lost, leaving me with a core cell of people that are true to themselves enough to keep the desire alive. It is you few who will help me, who will give me inspiration, and to whom I will write. That’s right, you now have a responsibility to me, the writer. You have a burden to bear, one that I hope will not be too heavy to carry. However, it’s your responsibility to keep me going, to help me know what it is to write, and to know what to write to the world. You guys are my constant readers. So, if you’ll keep the desire alive, I’ll keep the fires going, and hopefully we can forge something acceptable, if greatness is too high a goal. Let me know what you think in the comments section. It’s rusty from disuse and a little bit dusty, but I think it’ll work just fine if you’re willing to oil it up and put a little effort into it.

More Later,

S