Dec. 21st, 2013

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(posted at thefiteenth.wordpress.com)

I used to blog a lot, despite not having an audience. That wasn’t really the point a lot of the time. Sometimes it was about throwing something out to see if someone had a shared interest, sometimes (as with livejournal) it was more social. But livejournal isn’t what it used to be. A lot of the old familar faces have moved on to other platforms.

Meanwhile, on a personal level, my life has changed. I started on wordpress when I was laid off from a job I’d had for just shy of 20 years, and I needed something to do online besides applying for jobs. So I blogged about music here. Back then the tradeoff was between having plenty of time to blog and being too depressed to want to, but I made an effort. And then I got a job and didn’t need the outlet so much and didn’t have the time.

And now I’ve been working again for four years and suddenly I miss blogging. I rarely tweet, I facebook a bit (but don’t find it conducive to and kind of in-depth discussion, I want to write longer messages and, frankly, not really worry whether I’m flooding anyone’s feed. If you want to follow, follow; if you stumble across a post that interests you, cool, say something.

I’ll try to find the time to restart the Trek books website, too. The Star Trek: The Fall novels have been pretty damn enjoyable so far, so maybe I can get excited about Star Trek again…

This isn’t just a music blog any more, though no doubt I’ll go on about music occasionally. Oh, and I’ll try to make this and LJ mutual mirrors. No need to follow both.

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For me, Christmas is Lovecraft season.


It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind. It was the Yuletide, and I had come at last to the ancient sea town where my people had dwelt and kept festival in the elder time when festival was forbidden; where also they had commanded their sons to keep festival once every century, that the memory of primal secrets might not be forgotten. (H.P. Lovecraft, "The Festival")

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