If that was you, please, take credit.
Anyway, this caught my eye. Love it – the F-Bomb.
They have several other really good pieces, I recommend you check ’em out.
Possibly the greatest band ever.
The Motörhead rings in the front are my latest, from Great Frog.
Behind that are a several of my daily wear rings, from the MT Maloney, Deadringer, Tony Creed, Sinners inc, and Courts and Hackett – links are in the left side bar to all these.
shot with my iPhone 5, processed with ‘be funky pro’ app.
Nine years ago, I started this blog.
That’s an incredibly long time in internet years.
I kind of want to load my posting data into a grapher to see how my posting frequency curve goes. From frequent to really really frequent, and then a long slide into almost-never.
I bet you could lay that against blogging trends and the growth a facebook and twitter and see the implosion clearly; as social media finally got a real foothold, blogging crashed and burned.
That probably makes sense. Blogging was a fad, something of an era; every fucking person on the internet seemed to have a blog for a six month period there. And then they didn’t. Abandoned blogs are the ghost town of the decade; people will tour them some day, dodging tumble weeds and spam links and stealing mementos.
Actually they won’t. Because unlike ghost towns, blogs leave nothing behind but empty hearts and minds. No blood no guts no brains at all.
There are exceptions, obviously. Great writing happened, and is still happening, in the context of blogs. No, the issue wasn’t a lack of content, it was the opposite. It was that signal-to-noise problem that chases us around the internet; when something works, really works, it has the life span of a snowflake. Perfect, brilliant, ephemeral, and then gone, lost in the waves of its own success. The sheer mass of irrelevancy and stupidity swamped the goodness and buried it.
But you know that. And anyway you’re not reading; who reads blogs anymore?
I was trying to figure out where to start in this update. Where am I now, and where was I last time I actually used to write about it?
Last time I had double-digit updates in one month was November ’09.
Last time I broke 20 in a month was january ’07.
Stats for 2011: 32 updates.
Stats for 2012: 8 updates.
So you can see where I sort of abandoned the idea of talking about myself on the internet. I’m pretty sure that corresponds to various life events, though I frankly have neither the desire nor the strength to try to correlate it.
Bottom line is, my life’s been complicated, but it the worst, most trivial and tedious way.
Long time readers (I don’t know if that’s plural any more) know I’ve been through some incredibly painful crap the last few years; to the point where I got really self-destructive, made really bad choices, nearly lost my job, and wrote incredibly well.
This current wave isn’t like that. In the last couple years, it’s that shoelace shit; a job that just keeps getting busier, kids having various breakdowns, family schedules of unimaginable complexity, financial troubles, health issues (mine and others). It comes down to the minutiea of the ordinary: too much to do, too little time to do it.
And I’m getting old.
in November of 2011, I turned 50.
Ok, I know, 50 looks good on me. The other day, a sexy MILF in a Peets coffee addressed me as ‘young man’ (there’s no way she’s more than my age). I can still get away with dressing like a teenager – skinny jeans, slouchy beanie, combat boots, tee-shirt over thermal. And it’s not the grey – yeah, the beard is largely gray now, but gray in that steely way that looks weather-beaten from hard riding. And I’m at the lowest weight of my adult life; from a high north of 250, I’m down around 210; for the first time ever, I weigh what it says on my driver’s license.
No, the age is on the inside. I feel it in my fucking joints. My shoulders tend to ache now, and my knees can’t take as much pounding. I can’t drink anymore (it just makes me sleepy and gives me a headache); there’s gin in my liquor cabinet that’s been there wince – well, I was drinking dirty martinis with dark-haired girls when I bought that bottle. I fall asleep too early and sleep like crap these days. And my eyes – I carry three pairs of glasses with me now, far, near, and dark.
Fuck you. I’m still angry and dangerous, and I absolutely will do the wrong thing to you given half a chance. You still should not trust me with yours wives, your your girlfriends, your sisters or your daughters. The difference is, I’m a little bit smarter and move a little slower.
What I won’t do is get old gracefully. I can’t seem to avoid getting old, but I can avoid acting old. I drive like I always have – get out of my fucking way, you – I ride motorcycles, I scuba dive (deep), I go out of my way to do the more dangerous things. What age tends to bring to this is only that I now think about how long recovery will take before I go do something (sorry, honey, I’m not 25 anymore).
I’m not afraid of being an old guy. I just hate having any limits placed on me, you know?
Ok, it’s been way too long since I’ve been able to give link-love to my skull ring frineds – sorry guys, life has a way of giving us lemons, right?
I’ve finally started to get ’em in place again.
I can’t change the sort order, so it’s in the default alpha sort.
There are some still missing, I have to delve into the archives to get ’em all out, but if you see hits, let me know.
Again, apologies for dropping ’em, when I cut over to wordpress, thats’ one of the design elements that didn’t port.
More on this later, I have some new silver to post pix of.
Here are the ones I have live:
My blog’s been broken for some number of weeks or months, due to some stupidity of my own (removing the .htaccess file without making a copy of it first).
Still, I un-broke it for now, and will shortly be back to posting nothing but pics and the occasional promise the wrote more.