Kesennuma
I don’t believe in existential Karma, where someone sends justice when evil has strewn bodies in its path. And nobody deserves to have their home wiped from the face of the earth like this.
I don’t believe in existential Karma, where someone sends justice when evil has strewn bodies in its path. And nobody deserves to have their home wiped from the face of the earth like this.
Howdy - How y’all be keeping yourselves?
This is not one of those apologetic posts that drips in regret from a lost blog nor is this a farewell. It is a long overdue explanation of what happened to this place.
I don’t have anything to do.
Back in the heyday of this blog, I was posting daily, writing like it was going out of style and it was because I was always busy doing something. On top of a job, I was biking or teaching or going to school or working overtime or something. Blogging was an escape or, more correctly, a literary form of procrastination. And while I may not be the best writer in my family, I *am* the very best at procrastination.
So I blogged.
As time went by, things started to disappear from the radar screen. My college shut down my teaching program due to economic hardship (the college itself may follow), I got the last of my degrees, and there is no overtime money. All that’s left is biking and I’m not motivated there like I used to be.
This phase will pass someday. When I get busy again, I’ll be back with more regularity. Until then, keep taking care of you.
You sang his songs, you danced to his music, and you grooved to his beat. You just didn’t know who he was.
We’re going to miss the King of Rock ‘N Soul.