"For my own part I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that which I conceived it." Edgar Alan Poe.
So my missus tells me that she misses the daily post, the rambling writings, and the boarding pass to my flights of passing fancy. I admit that it is cathartic at times to sit and roll with the moment at keyboard and LCD, but there are so many times when I have nothing really to say that it seems a great waste of effort. The work of wordsmithing, if not physically exhausting is still very difficult and requires diligence and mental fatigue at times. I identify with the quote from Poe above from his "A Dream Within a Dream" and truly feel I can almost achieve a level of eloquence, or "distinctness" at the keyboards far better than my clumsy tongue can ever manufacture. I am an aside (adding my thoughts in the stream of...) kind of guy when I type just as I am an aside kind of guy when I talk, but rarely do I stumble over the words that are manufactured from the digits instead of the palate. Even having said this, if I am to get back into the rhythm of daily puking of thoughts I feel I should have some content worthy. More than just remunerating bowling scores or attendees at the local watering hole. I'm sure that I will still do plenty of that, too much for many tastes I'm sure, but I wish for a clarity of purpose or at least a direction to my missives. The other day I sat for two hours and wrote a travel piece with pictures and details that was lost in a laptop lock-up that could only be rectified with a reboot. The damn thing locked up as I was trying to save it. How frustrating. I have yet to recreate that post, since the spontaneity of creation is lost in redeux, and the originality forced. I rarely have a direction when I sit to task at computer and blog. It is as new to me as it is to dear reader when I have finished, even if it is a recap of a horrible or fabulous even at kegeling. Yet I feel I must recapture that posts spirit if not its majesty (such as it were). So I will tell that tale again soon. I have the pictures reloaded, and saved, and with their baptism I shall see them rise again (from keystroke and screen) my brothers and sisters.
The photo above is from Lebanon, and the trip I mentioned above. It is symbolic of my need to get back to the task. To be current and Modern in my posings. Many of you have asked for it, now you are going to get it.

Chuck Pace © 2007
As "Modern" as Richard Morris' 1967 musical comedy, "Thoroughly Modern Millie"
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