Tonight I read a blog written by one of my coworkers, who is also an artist, but not a writer. He admits to a certain long-windedness and a stream-of-conciousness style that I don't find offputting at all, and is fact is quite engaging, kind of like listening to him talk. His entries are almost always intriguing, often insightful, and just as often quite funny. Anyway, he blogs nearly every day, sometimes at length. And again, writing is not his primary creative pursuit.
Sad to say, it is mine. And I don't do it enough. So I've forced myself to do it tonight, if for no other reason than to give documentary testimony to the fact that I have nothing to write.
So there you are: another one among hundreds of thousands of useless blog entries about nothing that no one wants to read that were posted before midnight EDT today.
And now I must take leave, for Jon Stewart is on. Adios.
