If you’re wondering about the Gravitar change, it’s because I’ve temporarily switched my email notification address. I’m switching to a new service provider for my main email and personal website, so there needs to be an alternate for WordPress during the cut-over.
I could have used the gmail account I set up for this blog, but gmail and Goggle+ are too complicated for my taste. Maybe I’m getting old, but I’ve found it extremely challenging to learn my way around Google+ and YouTube.
Anyway, the Gravitar image is from a trip to Disney World — Epcot, to be specific. This would have been back in 1999, I think (wow; fifteen years!). They had a thing that would take your picture and merge it into one of several possible animals. Naturally, I picked the dog (my first dog as a child was a beagle, in fact).
It’s been a while since I posted. I’ve been feeling a severe sense of acedia (a great word for our times) the last few months. This cold snap and the dying of the light doesn’t help. (On the other hand, I really do love autumn, so there’s that.) The collapse of the Minnesota Twins just adds to the insult. And the grocery store only made iced ginger cookies that one time (they sure were good, though).
I’m just bumming, is what I’m saying. The malaise comes from Weltschmerz (another great word for our times). Weltschmerz — which translates as “world hurt” — is the disconnect one feels between the way things are and the way they ought to be.
Obviously, one’s perception of “ought to be” is subjective, but we do have all of human history (and literature) to borrow from in defining some objective criteria for “ought to be.” We can also use moral philosophy — a tool that goes back to those infamous ancient Greeks.
And as I’ve said here many times before, I see a pretty big gap between almost all objective views of a happy and healthy society and what I see around me today. The thing is, I’ve been trying to foment change for almost 50 years, but the world just gets more and more insane and stupid.
I get to the point of seeing no point to even thinking about it, let alone talking (or blogging) about it. Or perhaps it’s that I get tired of singing the same damned song.
All I know is that every time I stop blogging, it’s really hard to get back to it. The artist in me wants to keep on, but the human shell is outta gas.
I mentioned before that I was going to try to make posting more low-key and off-the-cuff (kind of like this one) in the hope I might post more and might clear out a vast backlog of ideas and notes (I really do have a lot of material in the queue, and it would be a shame to never use it).
So we’ll see how it goes.
[Sorry! This turned into a post of weird “selfies” (before such really existed).]