Why did I start this blog?
I’ve been pondering this question for some time ever since I read these posts by Juzzywuzzy and Ridz.
I first bought this domain to be part of a gift to my gf. I wanted to encourage her to showcase her work here. You can see the flower arrangements that she has been doing over there.
I started the blog initially as a way to share my thoughts with my gf as well as fulfill the need to write. As the months passed, the blog evolved and I started paying more interest in the happenings of the local blogosphere.
Things over the last few months have created a deep sense of dissatisfaction within me with regards to the direction of my professional life. On one hand I’m totally enjoying my job, I’ve met a whole bunch of interesting people and became closer to some very smart people who I’m learning a lot from. On the other hand, I’m just staying the course with no real vision of a destination. I have many pet projects that I do on the side which will never see the light of day because I’m too much of a tinkerer and not much of an artist (because real artists ship).
This is an advice I have to take with regards to my projects:
“You guys have been working on this stuff for months now, another couple weeks isn’t going to make that much of a difference. You may as well get it over with. Just make it as good as you can. You better get back to work!”
My blogging is a reflection of my life (or lack of one) – its existence and content is damning evidence
of how much I’ve become part of a problem that I loathe.
Politics, celebrity gossip, business headlines, tech punditry, odd news, and user-generated content.
These are the chew toys that have made me sad and tired and cynical.
Each, in its own way, contributes to the imperative that we constantly expand our portfolio of shallow but strongly-held opinions about nearly everything. Then we’re supposed to post something about it. Somewhere.
I want to be better.
So, yes. I am cutting way back on trips to the steam table of half-finished, half-useful, half-ideas that I both make and consume. And, with respect, I encourage you to consider doing the same; especially if that all-you-can-eat buffet of snark and streaming produces (or encourages) anything short of your “A” game.
What makes you feel less bored soon makes you into an addict. What makes you feel less vulnerable can easily turn you into a dick. And the things that are meant to make you feel more connected today often turn out to be insubstantial time sinks — empty, programmatic encouragements to groom and refine your personality while sitting alone at a screen.
What worries me are the consequences of a diet comprised mostly of fake-connectedness, makebelieve insight, and unedited first drafts of everything. I think it’s making us small. I know that whenever I become aware of it, I realize how small it can make me. So, I’ve come to despise it.
With this diet metaphor in mind, I want to, if you like, start eating better. But, I also want to start growing a tastier tomato — regardless of how easy it is to pick, package, ship, or vend. The tomato is the story, my friend.
This is blogging advice I want to keep daily:
Find your obsession. Every day, explain it to one person you respect. Edit everything, skip shortcuts, and try not to be a dick. Get better.
I do have a few interests albeit general ones. I like to read and I like to learn. I’m embarrass to say ‘I love to read and I love to learn’ because ‘love’ involves a whole new level of effort, discipline and diligence that I currently do not practice.
I want to change that. I want to start loving reading again. Start loving to learn again. Stop skimming through a lot of materials but focus on fewer – to remember and more importantly to understand.
To not just indulge in an activity but to master a craft.
I also want to remove the clutter in my life – both physical and online. As part of that effort, I’ve been throwing away stuff that I keep ‘just in case’. I’ve also been throwing away random gifts from random people – stuff that I kept because I thought it would be impolite to throw.
I want to grow. Hell, I need to grow.
I hope this blog changes to be a reflection of that.