I miss you, immensely. I stare at your blank screen often, watching the cursor blink, waiting for the words to spill from my fingertips. Then nothing happens. Overwhelmed by everything I want to say, I don’t know where to begin, how to begin, what to divulge, what to silently avoid … so I close the browser and await another day in the hopes that I will figure it out later.
But “later” has yet to arrive. There’s too much life to share and far too much commentary to make; I never can decide where to begin following another two months of cobweb-gathering here at “The Byline.”
So, dearest blog — and three readers who stumble upon these words — I offer my apologies for choosing negligence over the head-first dive into some topic, any topic. This tiny corner of the vast interwebs deserves significant attention, if not for anything other than providing me the opportunity and space to share my voice when I so choose. How dare I not take advantage of that simply because I know not where the cursor will lead in the translation of thoughts to cohesive sentences.
Here, then, is where I start, with an explanation of my not-so-sorrowful blog-writing woes. Time to strive for better and embrace the empty slate. My whole being yearns to use you, dearest blog, to its fullest potential — from the musings in my mind to the hands that want to graze this keyboard and press every carefully-selected letter. No more excuses, no more overwhelming feelings; I finally chose a beginning moment. Must continue on.
Little known fact about me? I am crazy in love with the band Bush*. Something about the deep, rocker, grunge-y tones of “Sixteen Stone” hooked me when I was ridiculously young in the mid-90s. As I grew older and actually understood the lyrics, I was a fan evermore. And, let’s face it, a gorgeous lead singer certainly helped!
Like most individuals who followed Bush, I was bummed when the guys parted ways. However, as soon as I started hearing rumors of reuniting a few years ago, I was pretty ecstatic. Their sound isn’t quite as awesome as it was way back when — but, let’s face it, fans tend to be nostalgic. Regardless, I’m stoked they are back and making new music.
Enough babble. I heard “Machinehead” by total coincidence on the radio earlier today and wanted to share this tidbit of myself with everyone. Maybe nobody knows you’re a closet Bush fan, too — hardy har har, really, I mean the band, get your mind out of the gutter. Either way, classic tuneage right here from a decade of seriously better music.
* Purposefully phrased as “the band Bush” for all you pervert friends out there.
The world of social media is one click away. We utilize it daily to share everything from the meal we will momentarily consume to our innermost thoughts behind an anonymous username. As we post these meanderings from minute to minute, we rarely consider the important role this tool plays in our consumer nation, engaging people in new ways never capable beforehand.
Care to submit a complaint? Send a tweet. Have a question? Submit a comment on Facebook and hope for a swift response. Companies are utilizing these sites for precisely this purpose, desiring better relationships with their customers.
One such business owner, fashion designer and founder of Frank and Lu, Michael Jarvela, spoke quite earnestly about his use of social media and the absolute importance of user engagement… (See more — A video interview with Jarvela and more social media discussion — at http://bit.ly/105p5YC.)
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