I see my old blog acquaintance, one Rob Maynard, Esq, has laid a log upon the literary fire over at his place. I must admit, for no other reason than morbid curiosity, to maintaining a link to his site in my book marks bar during his long period of dormancy. I figured he’d return to his old haunts soon enough, and I did not want miss it, for he is an excellent writer.
It’s funny how karmic this shit can sometimes be. Perhaps great minds do think alike.
I recently disconnected myself completely from the smart phone social media set after much debate and consternation. After a lengthy examination, it is now my true belief that the smart phone and all its associated technological dreck are right and true tools of the devil. How many people does it take walking out in front of buses while checking Twitter to accept the fact that there is something inherently wrong with our current technological path? How many teens snap chatting their moral souls away will it take for us to reign it all in a bit? Factor in the usual sprinkling of radicalism, bullying, and pornography – all done completely anonymously and sans remorse – and I’m out of the social media scene. No one really looks forward to a world filled with navel gazing creeps.
So why not return to my old stomping grounds, where I am free to formulate thoughts in any word count I see fit. This is what I enjoy most. Casting my thoughts upon the waters of the much different internet – a stormier, more turbulent internet – and see what might return in time.
Now that I see Rob had perhaps a similar thought, I feel better about my decision and composing for crickets will be pleasingly cathartic.