Irregularity

For your reading pleasure, I lay out the proposition that the second volume within this magnum opus I so craft in real-time, is about the length of time between one dissertation and the next.

As much as I'd like to load this space, from header to footer, with unending content on an hourly basis, I cannot. I cannot promise regular updates. Why do I bother mentioning this? I cannot even promise a distinct theme. Perhaps I compose a story; a fable of fictitious sorts which becomes elemental reality as it is penned. Maybe I hope that my quirks and stylings will someday be emulated by the youth as a trend, in such a way to bastardize my very own efforts.

I've taken off on a tangent. What I am trying to say is that some people focus on one singular accomplishment or goal in life, content with a specialized yet limited skill set, demoting everything else in their lives as this-there. (Example, this-there Internet, this-there evolution, this-there avant-garde jazz) Their immediate knowledgebase is good enough for them, and the remaining entirety of the Universe can shed a tear in the corner. I am unlike that. Certainly, like any model human I will happily deem a good number of things unimportant. With that said, I conclude that I cannot focus my time for one avocation alone, and when I do, the world is engulfed in black fire. I have many projects going on at once. I also do that nine to five thing, among other common time-bandits. See: World of Warcraft.

Speaking of the other things I do, I must prepare myself for the evening. You see, on weekends I venture out to the bars with my accordion in tow. I guess you really have to be there to appreciate it.