I’ve been trying all weekend to come up with a new tagline for this blog, since I’m no longer on the Donau, and virtually every tag I’ve come up with so far has involved tacos in some way.
I’ve been giving a lot of thought to how to proceed with this blog, and I know that I need to change my direction a little bit. I don’t travel now the way I did in Germany, for any number of reasons, and the posts about repatriation and reintegration are interesting, but that material will only carry me so far.
I think I have a sense of what I want to do, though. In the paleolithic era of the Internet, back when puppies were the oldest animals, there was a giant blogging community on a site called LiveJournal. Livejournal still exists, and I actually have a permanent account there. In the heyday, around 2003 or so, I was a very verbose LJ user, sometimes even posting two or three times a day if I had an idea. Over the years, the community dwindled, and other things took the focus. Many people moved to the dreaded BookFace, and some started writing their own off-site blogs. I found it harder and harder to keep writing there because I simply got too busy. In modern times, I go back there every May to write my thoughts about the Television Upfronts. I watch a lot of television and I have many thoughts about it. I briefly considered bringing those posts over to this blog, but I never felt like they fit here.
Since I started writing in this blog, though, I’ve gotten into a good habit where writing is concerned. My tone has always been casual, but structured here. I have only rarely talked about things on a personal note, and I don’t think that most of the people reading ever got a sense of my real personality through my posts, other than the ingrained wanderlust.
I think that I’m going to try to incorporate the type of blogging I did back on LiveJournal. I spoke more about my life and the people in it, and I spent more time talking about the things that were actually on my mind. I’ll still do trip reports from time to time, and I’ll still post pictures occasionally, but the content will be a lot more varied. I don’t intend to implement a set posting schedule, but I will never go more than a week without a post. There will be times when the whim will strike me, like tonight, and I’ll write something up on the fly to be posted immediately. (I jokingly called this ‘blogging while the neuron is hot’ a few minutes ago, and I realized that this would be a great tagline for a blog about neuroscience.)
I’ve already taken the first step toward resetting the blog by changing the URL from http://stevenglassman.de to http://stevenglassman.com. For those of you who have linked to me in your own blogs, don’t worry: the redirection is actually handled by WordPress.com’s back-end, which means that any links to my old posts on the .de domain will still load properly; they’ll just load with the .com version of the URL. I still need to find my new tagline, though. And I probably won’t keep closing my posts with a question- they’re good conversation starters, but sometimes I have no idea what to ask, and I think it shows pretty clearly when I’m grasping at straws.
In the spirit of blogging more about the things that actually make me tick, I’ll leave you tonight with three things that are on my mind.
Thing the first: Senator Ted Cruz is a willfully ignorant butthead. I don’t usually get too terribly political, but sometimes I’m enraged enough to comment. Senator Ted posted this to Twitter:
The Internet immediately went aflame, including The Oatmeal’s awesome response, and Gizmodo’s thoughtful analysis. The reason this enrages me in particular is partly that it’s a false equivalency: Net neutrality doesn’t equate to a government takeover of anything, it just prevents the telecoms from being evil dickheads. The other reason this enrages me is that Cruz has taken tons of money from the telecoms, so you can intuit that he is either being entirely uninformed about the issue (unlikely) or he’s shilling for the telecoms, saying what his corporate sponsors tell him to say. Dude might as well be wearing Comcast and XFinity patches on his jacket.
Go back and read those two things I linked if you want to know more; they explain it much better than I do. Seriously, though, grr. Just grr.
Thing the second: This post about Charles Dance being cast as Karellen in the SyFy miniseries of Arthur C. Clarke’s “Childhood’s End” excites me in a way cannot be described without using words like squeeee and ohmygodohmygodohmygod. This is not because of the actor- I don’t watch Game of Thrones, so I don’t really know the man’s work. Rather, this is because Childhood’s End is a fantastic classic sci-fi story about a peaceful alien invasion that takes place over the span of more than one hundred years. If you like good, thought-provoking science fiction, you should read this. I expect the SyFy network to completely screw this up, but I’m still a little hopeful that this will be one of the rare adaptations that they actually get right.
Thing the third: My reintegration back into life here in the US has been dotted with both successes and victories.
- My brain has been failing me at odd intervals, causing me to lose the English words for things, and occasionally replacing them with strange and unrelated words.
- I’ve noticed that I still grocery-shop like I’m in Germany, only without the canvas bags. By this, I mean that I tend to only get as much as I can carry myself in one trip. The stores themselves are somewhat overwhelming, and I find myself distinctly uncomfortable in them.
- I reaffirmed my American-ness this weekend by restarting my Costco membership, but then promptly had what I can only describe as a mild panic attack from the chaos of the Saturday afternoon Costco shopping experience. I still bought a box of Ghirardelli Triple Chocolate Brownie Mix. Don’t judge me!
- I continue to be a patently ridiculous and silly person. Last night, we had a birthday dinner for my dad and step-mother. Her birthday was Friday, his was today. Having the family gather to celebrate in the weekend in between them was a no-brainer. While I was getting ready, I momentarily forgot how button-down shirts work, and I closed the cuff on the tighter of the two buttons. Astutely noticing that my left cuff was significantly tighter than my right cuff, I asked aloud, “What the hell, did my wrist get fat?” Amelie gently reminded me how shirts work without too much laughing.