So, somewhere there is a proto post floating around about why I should take the time to write more often, and maybe (though unlikely) I'll find it* and flesh out the thoughts in it about why it would be valuable for me to do, but that's not this post. This is about why I rarely even get to the point where I'm trying to put words on
the screen. The ideas bubble up in a relatively constant stream**, often seeming to want to be developed and/or shared, but when it comes time to actually sit down and hammer out a refined product from the stack of stock my mind has strewn across the smithy floor, I find the bars are all different sizes and composition; many even bent or of irregular shape***. In looking at them, I find it is all too easy to shy away from the effort of trying to create order out of such chaos, and end up letting myself be distracted by trivialities and rabbitholes. The most recent excursion to Wonderland, Jonathon Coulton songs on youtube****, is the inspriation for the title of this post (specifically the one about Ikea
- with lyrics done in Kynetic Typograthy*****). And if it's not the random distractions that are now so accessible thanks to the interwebs (wikipeida, youtube, current events/news, etc.), then there are always books and games to be read and played. Considering the the ones I like, the title of the post is still often appropriate.
And in a feat of monumental will, or maybe it's just weariness, I will wrap this up here and save all the other contemplative meanderings on the nature of thought, organziation, and a thousand other things for another post or three, any or all of which may or may not ever happen... g'night.
*it's lost somewhere in my email that a quick search couldn't find (I was going to incorporate it into this one, but I realized the longer I spent searching for it, the less likely it became that a of any sort at all was going to get done). It was/is an experiment in trying to use voice to text on my phone as a way to enable actually getting some posting/writing done... as evinced by the continuing death of posts/writing, still very much a work in progress.
**I can't help but wonder when the scuba diver exploring the nebulous depths of my mind is going to run out of air and the stream of bubbles will stop...
***I visualize a blacksmith holding a tesseracting length of twisted steel bar and going WTF do I do with this?
, I blame you for this one, I got there from your 1st of May
link. There were also two versions of his one on US Presidents, and although the same song, they felt very different due to wildly different visuals
***** OMG, why must I google EVERYTHING - 34 must-see examples of Kinteic Typography
- No, number 6 isn't relevant here... not at all