So quite obviously I haven’t been updating this blog at all.
The major reason is that I’ve been busy and my writing urges have been satisfied elsewhere. I’ve been steadily contributing to Serious Eats, and have given some thought to expanding my freelance writing operation, such that it is (or rather, isn’t). Since I don’t get paid to be sorta-funny for this blog, my energy has gravitated towards the things where I am sorta-paid to be sorta-funny.
Regardless, I have had some ideas kicking around in my head that are largely more Fun (capital F) than serious. Which is to say, they probably have the artistic merit of a hot turd. But I’m intrigued by them so you may seem more updates coming soon. Possibly even a serialized work of fiction… but let’s start with updating the blog more than once every 6 months, huh?
The other reason(s) I wanted to post something is related to what has happened the past few days. My girlfriend has decided to make the biggest
mistake of her life leap forward in our relationship; she’s going to be moving in with me sometime in the next few weeks or month. Naturally this is both exciting and terrifying. Speaking of terrifying, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the events that unfolded yesterday in my home city of Boston.
When the Bruins won the Stanley Cup in 2011, I had to watch from a hotel bar in Rocky Hill, CT because I was travelling for work. Yesterday, I had to watch the city where I grew up, where I live and where I hope to raise a family fall victim to a senseless act of violence… again isolated at a distance. Not being present, both for the great joy and the great sorrow, makes the whole event seem all the more surreal. Like maybe it’s not actually happening. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and it’ll have just been a really vivid dream. The stark reality of the situation is so far removed from the unbelievability of it, and the feeling of inauthenticity.
I didn’t know anyone personally who was hurt in the Boston Marathon bombing. Luckily my family, friends and girlfriend are all safe. Or at least, they weren’t involved. I’ve been having a hard time imagining what “safe” even means anymore. We live in a world where the only certainty is entropy. Everything is breaking down. Irreparably and unstoppably. Which just makes the altruistic attempts of total strangers all the more poignant.
Boston is a tough city. For my money, the toughest city. It’ll take more than some coward’s sucker-punch to knock Boston and its people down. The outpouring of help from good people and of good will from bitter rivals has only served to strengthen the resolve of a very fucking resolute city.
And it’s all the more reason I feel inclined to write something Fun (capital F). Hopefully I get around to it.
* H/T: Martin Richard. RIP.