My blogging pace has dropped off dramatically over the past few months, though my commenting at other blogs has picked up. Those comments often direct a few readers back here, but visitors don’t appear to stay and certainly don’t comment. My hope that four years’ worth of blogging might lead a curious few to investigate my archive has proven vain. But oh, well. I don’t want too much attention anyway. Skyscrapers and The Boneyard continue to drive the most traffic, the last spiking unexpectedly in the past few days. I updated the appearance a bit to add voting/rating to the interface, which is a nice WordPress feature. As expected, no one votes. (Nor do I at other sites.) I tried one of those pointless polls at one point and also got no input.
The principal reason my posts are appearing with greater infrequency is that I’m always processing, processing, processing, which is to say, considering and developing ideas but only rarely putting them satisfactorily to bed in a blog post. Some new idea or bit of information always comes up that I want to incorporate, which takes time, which delays my pushing the publish button long enough for the original impetus to blog to have withered on the vine. I’ve also been struggling with too much first-person blogging and a creeping sense of fatalism. Other bloggers have characterized their blogging activity as speaking/writing to a silent audience or into a vacuum, which while better than an echo chamber still threatens to undermine the whole endeavor. But considering how this blog is for my own working out of ideas, feedback is welcome but not truly necessary.
If a central concern can be found among my diverse blog topics, it might be social justice. With all the whining I do, there is no secret that I believe social justice is fundamentally missing in modern life, not that I mistake it ever having been the norm in the past. I tend to view the problem of social justice through the microcosm of the school playground. Everyone is familiar with the usual players: the bully, the picked on, the watcher, and the righteous defender. The bullies attract most of the attention and are typically the psychopaths who become the cool clique and the criminals later in life. The picked on are the losers and disenfranchised who are tormented by the bullies and who later become either the technonerds or the oppressed underclass. The watchers are most of the rest of us who stand idly by and don’t participate much, happy to avoid the bullies’ attention. And the defenders are the few who belief idealistically in a better way and are willing to work and/or fight for it, sometimes at personal sacrifice. No doubt there are those who cross or sit astride categories. I drift between being a defender and a watcher. The real heartbreak for me is when the defender achieves some success and notoriety and transitions to being a bully. That personal story is commonplace in politics.