I'm done with this blog. I know, this is not the first time I've taken off
but I always knew I was coming back to it. But this time it's permanent. I think it is, anyway. I've been known to be quite fickle, but for the time being, I don't see myself blogging again, at least not on this site. Probably.
(Oh, but I am available for guest blogging. Honestly, I think I've done better writing on other people's sites
than my own, and it's way more enjoyable than trying to maintain your own site week in and week out.)
You'll have to go elsewhere for musings on relationships, douchebaggery, chili recipes, Carolina basketball, the Continually Disappointing Roots Crew, Liverpool F.C., Jenny Lewis and her scandalously short skirts, heterohomoerotica, various smells of the New York subway system and drunken Downtown debaucheries.
I wish I could just say "I quit" and be out instead of giving an overwrought farewell post, but that just wouldn't be me. I have to give a fucking explanation to everything I do, so here goes. The reasons are the same as last time, pretty much. Except instead of needing a break, I simply don't give a shit, which is why I don't think this is just a break. Before you say anything, I'll say this - it's not you, it's me.
When I do something, I usually have two sides of my personality motivating me. One is pure arrogance; I know whatever I decide to do, I can do better than anyone else and it's just a matter of trying, and I owe it to the world to show how awesome I am. The other is fear, fear that I will be exposed for the total fraud that I am. The arrogance and the fear have carried me thus far in everything I've done with mixed, but generally good results.
As the quality and the frequency of my posts have dropped, I noticed that I didn't care any more. The arrogance and the fear were gone. I no longer felt the need to keep pace with Larry
, play Rashomon with Pants
or point-counterpoint Ali
. And I don't like to do things half assed, so it's time to pull the plug.
Thank you to everyone who's read this site, everyone who's commented or emailed me (and apologies to people whose emails I haven't responded to - I have no excuse but my own douchiness) and anyone who told me I was a good writer. You guys are too awesome. And I would be remiss not to recognize all the bloggers I've been fortunate enough to meet - generally speaking, they're some of the most wonderful people you'll ever meet. I hope I'm still allowed to drink with them.
There's plenty of reading material out there without me - just follow the links on the sidebar. Props especially to Passion of the Weiss
and the good folks at FreeDarko
, who are all much better writers than I could ever hope to be. And for the love of Suri, someone hire Ian Cohen
and give him a forum that's not powered by Blogger or Word Press or AOL.
Now, just because this site's dead, doesn't mean I am. I guess I'll have more time to spruce up my Myspace profile
, and you can still catch my photos on Flickr
and the music I'm listening to last.fm
. And I really need more movie recommendations - shoot me an email if you wouldn't mind being my Netflix friend.
Finally, please accept the following mixtape as a parting gift from you to me. Some songs you'll like, some you'll hate, the rest, you'll just say "meh" (I have a feeling I'm going to catch some shit for the Timberlake, but shit's not horrible. There are some dull moments on the album, but the best songs here would make half decent b-sides to tracks on Sign o' the Times
. And don't act like you "Rock Your Body" didn't rock the party that rocked the body that rocked to "Rock Your Body" that rocked the party).
- Justin Timberlake - Summer Love
- Magneta Lane - The Constant Lover
- Spoon - Nefarious
- Lupe Fiasco Pressure (ft Jay-Z)
- Pulp - Common People
- The Knife - We Share Our Mother's Health (Ratatat remix)
- Jaymay - Gray or Blue
- Silversun Pickups - Little Lover's So Polite
- Rilo Kiley - Pictures of Success
- Edith Piaf - Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
It's been fun, and again, I can't thank you all enough. As the song goes, I don't regret shit.