Tannishblog

I’ve fallen off the blog train lately. You’ve noticed. Web site traffic reports have reflected a slowdown; my three readers are wondering what’s up with me. My standing in the ecosphere has diminished somewhat, due to recent inactivity and the increasing staleness of the BBA, et al.

Most bloggers will attest motivation can falter sometimes. This is natural; we humans, infinitely flawed creatures, cannot sustain things indefinitely. A fermata is a musical construct, not a natural state. So, with the waning daylight, I find my blogging fading as well.

It’s time for a few rethinks, and for a casual look at continuity. Sparing you the boring details, I will now get back online and restart my blogging. Why do I do this? I don’t really know. Today the sunshine and the promise of a new year combine to recharge my batteries, tomorrow – who knows?

I’ve always wondered about the human proclivity for shouting into a void, as we bloggers do. The internet, in this metaphor, is the world’s largest Echo Canyon, from which I still hope to find another’s voice coming back: Maybe this year. So here I go, wishing all the obligatory wishes of a refreshed calendar, a healthy return to the grinding stone of daily ritual, and a vague, whispered promise for the betterment of human condition.

But then, I always was a dreamer.