whatever that means, really. really, it is good to be home in the kitchen sink. now that i am preparing to put it all in boxes and set up the tent a bit further up, on the other side of the river... this kitchen sink here really feels homey. it has inspired the whole of this blog, and sometimes the thought that i might close this blog down when i leave this place seems appealing. seduction comes in many shades, or so i am told.
all i know is that today i had one crazy and wild day: it was an excellent day. what am i rambling about? the whole fucking week has been fantastic!
today my karate sensei gave me a call, i have made myself a scarce presence in the karate dojo for the last six months. the reasons are quite simple, the tennis elbow, a fucking depression, and a flooded dojo that took training to another part of town. nonetheless i did show up for the demonstration at the end of last year, and we agreed to have a chat soon around the coffee table. a thing that she called, i was going to give her a call, but still had to look for the number in my voice mail where she had left a message on friday.
if blogging is about anything, it is about a bunch of people exploring a tool for instant publication, and some are indeed trying to find a way to pay the rent and do what they like doing while staying true to themselves. include me in this group please. this is all i want to do, and the world of traditional marketing is one that i could not crack. perhaps i could crack it, but frankly i did not give a fuck about trying to crack it and to make it work for me, it just did not, possibly still does not in its majority, reflect any of the values that give my life meaning. this is an odd situation to be in, one of my good friends does a fantastic job of marketing a product that indeed is one hell of a challenge to market. he uses what looks like traditional marketing tools, but when i listen to him and discuss with him the essence of what he does and how he does it, i have a feeling that the man is a born blogger of the cluetrain hour. i suspect that not all of present day marketing is total crap, just a lot of it is, and that lot does make the good stuff difficult to see.
if all of this blogging - at least for some of us - is allowing us to do what we love doing while being ourselves... it sounds like we have just become buddhist monks, all of us. is that it?
uhm... it feels good to be just me, with or without pseudonym.
