Six Months, 17 Days -- Almost to the Minute.

That is officially how long i've been ignoring you...

Once more, I speak of you as the collective internet populace.

Three thoughts.

First, Field of Dreams. "If you build it, they will come."

This clever phrase isn't entirely accurate, or for that matter its not generalizable beyond homemade baseball fields and the spirits of ball players.

My website doesn't receive a great deal of traffic. Its understandable, there is no porn available for download here (oddly enough, the internet is full of porn -- no other industry can compete with its market share). While it seems a simple solution, if we're to have any life in public service in the future -- it becomes slightly more complicated.

What I mean to say is I don't receive a lot of traffic. While I did build a site, no one stops by if I never add anything. I haven't updated it in some time, I haven't posted here on the blog in 6.5 months, I don't know that I've even posted photos.

We will perhaps in the near future redesign the site to something more flexible that I can update more quickly, and see if we can't convince people I'm worth keeping tabs on.

Second, Information Control / A Narrow Window Lacking Context:

Those who have little contact or receive little information from me personally, will be forced to rely on the information they can glean from the site. If I read over my site here, i'd think things were not going particularly well for me. That is simply not the case, which leads to my third point.

Third, I Only Come Here to Wallow and Whine / I've Not Got Time For You When Things Are Well.

It seems recent blog posts exemplify and over sample times of confusion and introspection. This post, like the last is being written at 2:30 in the morning -- again, I can't sleep. It's not like this day has been uneventful. Woke up at 6 something this morning, drove an hour out to Kent State University, went big on the LSAT (working from that assumption, won't know until somewhere between Christmas and the New Year), came home, tried to take a nap, ate dinner, went over to Megs, hung out, came home, and now this. Mix a lot of coffee in between almost all of those steps, and it makes a bit more sense.

It seems I only have time to do this when I'm not busy. When I'm busy, I'm happy -- generally. I like to be moving at a million miles a minute, even though I sometimes don't like who I am, when I am. There are so many stories to tell about the things I've done between then and now, the projects I was part of, the incredible people I had the great honor to meet and lead, hundreds upon hundreds of random and sometimes momentary interactions -- which lend a truly rich life the subtle flavoring that separates it from the mundane/uneventful. All these things that I have done, which I've not yet made mention of here.

In the interim, if we fall back on old habits -- assume I'm well. It follow logically -- very concise focus on what follows logically these days, read above: LSAT. If I do invest the time and energy to convert this into a more active hobby, I expect you to come back and check -- I'll be watching.

But, in turn, I don't intend to spend my precious time here whining/wallowing. I came here to invite you to overlook my whining of recent (its a relative term, I mean those posts published most recently) and look forward to my posts in the near future.

Cheers,
-Rys