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It's not a lack of material...

It's not a lack of material that's kept me from updating, lately. It's more an attempt to reboot myself, to try to make sense of stuff.

Ha. Springsteen's "Growing Up" just came on WFUV.

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath.
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up
Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh growin' up

Well, it's a little late to be growin' up, but I say it's never too late to think about where you're going. Also appropriately enough, the Google quote of the day was by Kurt Vonnegut: "We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be." And I've always felt I've been pretending. Hell, I'm pretending right now. People talk about being "authentic," but I have no idea what that's supposed to mean.

Don't interpret this as anything going badly for me. It's not. I've just been too busy thinking to write down what I've been thinking. I suppose I should just do a core dump - a freewrite, disconnecting my ever-present internal censor. But I won't be doing that here.

I haven't been writing much lately, either. That needs to change. But I feel like I owe some people here some stuff first. I'll get to it.