Thank You Mr Sun
A NEW BLOG
I’ve done quite a few blogs. What tends to happen is this: 1. initial burst of enthusiasm 2. a couple of posts come out well and make me feel encouraged / excited 3. hit peak output 4. creeping feeling that later posts are not quite as good as the earlier ones 5. a feeling of duty, ‘product’ to deliver, overly careful posting and revising, worry that I might look a fool, etc. 6. bugger this, delete everything 7. repeat. Not unlike one or two of my relationships as it happens!
Anyway, I’m going to have one last lick at posting regularly. The plan is post every day at the start of January, get some steam up, then pretty much every other day, at least for a year. Alright, half a year. Look — we’ll just see how it goes, yeah? No need to commit at this stage is there?
I reckon one year is possible though. I’m hoping to post long stuff, short stuff, stupid stuff, personal stuff, difficult stuff, quotes, links, poems, spoofs… themes to include dance, particle physics, bricks, consciousness, gnosticism, courtesy, sex. And some planned titles:
- Backflips from the Pier of Knowledge
- A Delight not of This World: Finding Ludwiglandia
- The Man with a Bomb in his Head
- Monopoly and Twister
- Perving and Flirting
- Symphonic Thursday
- My Favourite Amoeba
- The Sound of my Head Cracking Against a Cupboard
- Animals Learn Instruments and Form Bands
- The Tao of Gender
- Fear of Sanity: The Psychocrat & The Mental Health Profession
- The Schadenfraudist
And so on; as varied as I can make it. There will be a couple of repeats — I mean from this blog’s earlier incarnation, and from my previous blogs (apologies to long-term readers) — but most of it should be new.
NEW YEAR’S DAY
We do things Jap-style in my house, listening to Beethoven’s Ninth* on New Year’s Eve, as per the Japanese national tradition (erm, kind of), then this morning we woke up before sunrise and sat wrapped up on the terrace, waiting for ‘Honourable Mr Sun’ (O-Hi-sama) to raise his glorious, gleaming face above the horizon, and then we bowed to him. Thank you Mr Sun.
Then after that, I like to add something else to thank, some smallish thing that goes a bit too unthanked generally. In recent years I’ve thanked my thumbs, chickens, hot-water, ball-bearings, tinned tomatoes and thermal underwear. This year I thanked all shades of greyish-blue, such as glaucous, which I’m glad exist.
Then, after that, I like to start the year.
Happy New Year.