I feel like I’m always in that bathhouse fight scene in the intro of Pirates of the Caribbean III where Elizabeth, Barbosa and the gang are sabotaged by crustationous-faced Asian sauna men. Swords clanging, stuff blowing up, yelling. One thing I’ve noticed in these types of fights is that no one ever actually finishes a fight. They just keep on twirlin’. I feel that way a lot. I keep swinging, hoping I hit something (which I do from time to time, thankfully), then swing at the next thing. It never ends and I keep on hoping for the next deus ex machina.

I think I’ve somewhat whiddled down the issue I have been dealing with lately to organizational practices. That statement is somewhat a lie, because I have known for a while that it has been organizational practices. I’m not organized by nature. To be honest, no one is really organized by nature (and if you are, you are either a robot or perfect).

Lack of organization has concerned me more lately than it has in the past. This is sort of weird to me, because right now I feel this is the best I’ve coped with responsibility in my life. My work is good, I am conscious of my health, I can be relatively proficient with house work, and Jacinda still loves me… Life is truly good. However, I am at a point where I want to foresee the tasks I have in the future.  Today, I just sort of wave a knife around until mostly everything is dead. I need more accuracy than that.

This is liiiike, what? My sixth or seventh reboot for a personal blog in my internet lifetime?  I used to be persistent with blogging, really. My blog was more-or-less a timeline of my life. Week-by-week updates, going-ons, etc. It was fun to write and people seemed interested. Not everyone had blogs at the time, either. Blogs were for the geek elite. There was also a complete lack of Facebook and Twitter. Internet communication has gotten smaller and a lot more interactive, rendering the personal blog nearly obsolete. Personal blogs aren’t totally dead, but they require a lot more thought than the 140 character updates everyone is used to spurting nowadays.

The last few years, my “blog” has been nothing more than a fun idea. Between the lack of time, a solid design that “expresses me” and falling out of practice (and into social media), I couldn’t conjure more than what I am writing right now: an apology to myself for not blogging a lot, and recap of recent events in my life.

Anyway, I am sorry for not blogging. And my life has been pretty busy.

A journal, blog or similar is somewhat therapeutic, like formulating a grocery list or planning for a trip. 90% of my writing, more or less, is for my own benefit. I just happen to share it when I do. Writing is a way for me to get my thoughts collected and organized. Likely, this will become a dump of my latest interests, whatever I am  enthralled with at the time, but there will also be the occasional deep pondering or perhaps subjects I don’t really care to talk about normally.

Hope you like biking, beer and board games.