Radical Eclecticity

I set up my mail client so that, when I open it, it shows my blog in the message window. My hope was that seeing it on a regular basis would encourage me to make time to write blogginess more frequently. That was about a month ago. In the final analysis, I suppose it worked. I’m writing this now & I don’t really have the time to do so. I just got sick of seeing the post about Hancock for so stinking long.

I kept thinking to myself that there’s not enough time. That’s a lie we tell ourselves to make ourselves feel better. There’s plenty of time, we just waste a lot of it. At least, I do. It’s kind of like gasoline. I got an email from my cousin about the gasoline shortage in her area that the recent hurricane caused. What I find remarkable about her tale is that few people seem to be driving less. In fact, she told of many people driving more as they take really long trips to get gas.

Sure, maybe we’ve got more carpooling and trip consolidation going on in our nation, but I don’t hear a lot of people saying things like, “Yeah, the yoga lessons were great, but it just doesn’t make sense to keep going accross town twice a week for them, so I quit and got a video instead.” We don’t seem to eliminate any activities, we just gripe about gas prices.

Time is the same way. There’s plenty of time. How much of it gets burned up on TV, or waiting somewhere, or driving to all the remote locations we go. I’m going to have to become more concious of this and fix it in my life. Unfortunately, I have way too much stuff to accomplish today, so to keep myself from getting distracted by stuff in my house and wasting time on it, I’m going to drive accross town to the Dandelion to get some work done.

Having said that, I know I just stepped on a linguistic land mine. I just can’t tell if it’s the irony land mine, the hypocrisy land mine, or the moot point land mine. Maybe it’s a combination of all three. I guess right now it’s just a question that I’ve noticed. I’ll stay aware of it for a while so I can see the pattern at work. Then maybe I’ll know how, or even if, it can be fixed.

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