the flying squirrel

I had cause to go flipping through the archives of my old blog. It kinda got me thinking about what I’m trying to do with the new one.

With this blog, I’d wanted to start producing what I’d hoped would be my public face to the world. This would ( theoretically) be the first thing people would find when they put my name in Google. Reading it, they might get a sliver of insight into who I am. Maybe, just maybe, people would read something I wrote and think it worth linking and commenting on. Not that I’m interested in going out of my way to get links, just that it’s kinda gratifying when somebody else thinks I’ve written something noteworthy.

Astute readers (if I have any) might notice, however, that posting frequency has been decidedly low.

Well, lower than I wanted it to be (not that even astute readers would know how frequent that would be).

There are a couple reasons for this. The most important being that I haven’t actually been home very much lately. This presents a problem for blog composition. I don’t think I need to spell it out for you.

The second is that I think I might have set the bar a bit high for myself. Reading through the old blog posts, sure, I wasn’t posting that frequently, but there was a lot of good stuff there. A lot of pointless stuff too, but it’s a blog. These things can’t be helped.

I’m still not entirely sure what I want to do with this thing, but one thing I think I do want to do is post more for myself. I want to post little observations about the world around me. I want to post things that will remind me of who I was, what I was doing and what I was thinking about when I look back from some unknowable vantage point in the future.

If other people want to read over my shoulder, they’re welcome to.

I was walking down street to get my lunch yesterday. It was probably about 33° out and I was noticing I was having trouble breathing (something I’d probably attribute to the humidity, since air quality actually wasn’t all that bad).

When I got to the Tim Horton’s, a cyclist rounded the corner behind me. I happened to notice that he was wearing a gas mask.

A real, honest-to-god gas mask. I didn’t get a chance to ask him if he really needed that thing or he was just making a statement. Then again, I certainly didn’t want to be out biking in that soup.

I’d planned posting more from Otakon, but technical issues conspired against me. That, and the con really wore me out. And posting seemed a little too much like work.

I am, however, back, and if I have time to collect my thoughts, I’ll probably post bits and pieces about the con.

It was a good trip, and I enjoyed myself. I gather the gang isn’t too likely to do this again next year. And, as much as I like Otakon, I think I might like to try something else next year. I’m not really in it for the convention, anyway. For me, this is just an excuse to go on an adventure with a bunch of friends. I want to meet up with people, hang out, and have a good time.

I’m sitting on my parents’ front veranda, typing this out. (My dad does a really nice job on the garden. I have no idea where he finds the time). I’ll be back in Waterloo Thursday night after a stop-over in Toronto.