Flashes of Panic

I think I’m becoming a little audience-concious here. Not in the sense that I feel like I have one in any wide sense; a dozen or so people I know in some way, a dozen or so others I’ve never met, whatever. More that I’ve slipped into a feeling that I’m writing for you rather than for me, and I’m pre-editing stuff in my head.

It goes like this: no, writing about the snow is boring. (It’s not really snowing; it’s more like it’s blowing, with a lot of snow involved, and it’s not clear how much of the snow is new, and how much has been whipped up off the ground by the wind to re-circulate.)

I don’t write much about classes and work because I either feel like I’m not making progress, and consequently saying the same things over and over, or I feel like I’m boring. (Sure, I’m excited that I finally understand what XSL and XPath are all about, and it’s nifty to have AquaPath to work with, but what do you care?)

And I don’t actually post the long rambling thoughts (re-mastered Waterboys CDs with extra tracks: discuss,) because it would take some time to write them up, and that feels self-indulgent when I have work and classwork to do, which is nominally more important. Right?

Maybe I need to post some short, silly stuff again.

Now Playing: A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours from Strangeways, Here We Come by The Smiths