In the doldrums I'm not much in the mood for blogging lately. Overwhelmed by work, overextended there and in other areas of life, and experiencing an overall sense of malaise. Maybe it's just that it's Friday at the end of a long, stressful week. I need to cut back somewhere, so this blog gets the neglect.
So, don't expect much from this site for a few days. (I'm all about lowering expectations.) I'm not ready to commit to an extended blogfast a la Andrew Jones, but perhaps a sabbath or two is in order. Maybe I'll muster up the energy for a podcast this weekend, but that'll probably be it.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with some thoughts from fellow traveler on this blog-journey, WhiskyPrajer, who wrote about thanksgiving the past Monday (Thanksgiving Day in Canada).
The human capacity to fuck things up on a monstrous scale cannot be denied -- not in 1945, and certainly not this morning when we woke up to the news. The people of Darfur know it. The people of North Korea know it. The people of New Orleans and one or two of our nation's finest "Reservations" know it, too. We live between the headlines, hoping for some transcendant gift while wondering if, in fact, we aren't still captive to the bloodthirsty gods of old.
And who, I ask again, really needs the headlines to aid our daily lamentation? Do we not have enough to lament in our own small circles?