Sometimes when my wife travels, I end up with these long stretches of time alone in the house. The only other person here is my teenage son, who is, appropriately for his age, avoidant and reclusive. We’re both avoidant and reclusive. Though, as the parent present, I actively combat this tendency for stretches in order to foster “healthy interaction”.
Thanks Daniel. When I write I don’t ever think about it as CONTENT. I don’t know exactly what it is though. I think maybe I see writing as material, material for shaping with others, elements or offering for conversation. The conversation is where it’s at for me. Good conversation is like a game of catch. You throw a ball (material), I throw it back. When we toss the ball back and forth we are playing catch. If nobody throws the ball back, I think that maybe I need to try again with some different material.
Thanks for the comment, Dave. Reminds me a bit of the analogy of echolocation, which is one way I think about this "living out loud" that happens in blogs.
From Aesop Rock's song "Dorks":
"I think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong
This song's our echolocation up in impregnable fog"
Also directly related to the video from Savannah, https://www.experimental-history.com/p/the-illusion-of-moral-decline
Love a good hot tip for 'things I want to come back and read/listen to/digest later."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbL0X3B4mjg
Thanks Daniel. When I write I don’t ever think about it as CONTENT. I don’t know exactly what it is though. I think maybe I see writing as material, material for shaping with others, elements or offering for conversation. The conversation is where it’s at for me. Good conversation is like a game of catch. You throw a ball (material), I throw it back. When we toss the ball back and forth we are playing catch. If nobody throws the ball back, I think that maybe I need to try again with some different material.
Thanks for the comment, Dave. Reminds me a bit of the analogy of echolocation, which is one way I think about this "living out loud" that happens in blogs.
From Aesop Rock's song "Dorks":
"I think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong
This song's our echolocation up in impregnable fog"
Haha yes, foghorns