April 14th, 2008
Clearing The Webs From My Blogging Toes
I sit here, after a few days of blogging quiescence, open my posting page (as habit dictates), and it suddenly occurs to me I have absolutely no idea what to write. Not only that, but my blogging appetite, usually ravenous, is suppressed.
Is there some kind of stimulant I can take for this I wonder? Something similar to what people take to provoke their desire for food? I’m sure there’s a costly remedy somewhere, though had I predicted this - respite induced decline of blogging vigor - I could have bought an inexpensive over the counter treatment while on my trip.
My trip:
You know what goes on in Mexico stays in Mexico, along with a few other things as it turns out.
In the short time period between my arrival - after a small dinner, trying to place a call to my family to let them know I was in Mexico, and finding the international roam to be full of suckage - I walked to the beach, a mere quarter mile on a lit path, and somewhere between the restaurant, the beach, the beach bar, and my residence, I misplaced my camera, my cellphone, and my favorite sunglasses.
The camera eventually turned up, the sunglasses and cellphone remain in the land of things once mine.
Sure, I’m bitter. The truth hurts.
I got in after midnight last night, having spent most of the day in airports. While serving my sentence at Miami International Airport I was able to procure four Cuban sandwiches for my cousin. The Cuban section of my family insists a certain cafe at Miami International makes the best Cuban sandwiches around. I don’t eat meat, so I wouldn’t know. I bought four and stuffed them in my bag as sort of a gift anyway. They did have the best café con leche I’ve had in some time, I drank three, could have easily consumed another had they not finally called me for boarding. The smell of those sandwiches proliferated throughout the cabin all the way home, as did the craving for another latté.
While I was gone O.C. had a birthday, a party as a matter of fact, Pia was published in New York Social Diary - New York Shopping Memories, and the elusive Mizzy B made my heart go pitter patter by returning - sort of.
Great things happen when I leave.
Do you think I should take it personally?
Speaking of bitter, Arrogance and Small-Town Voters , at EvolutionBlog is one of the best posts I’ve seen about this bitterness.
“Of all men’s miseries the bitterest is this, to know so much and to have control over nothing” - Herodotus
Exactly.
Ah, the webs from between my blogging toes have almost fully disintegrated, on this my 1001st post.
Peace








