a blab by idle

Ceci n'est pas un blog.

Seriously. I don't have a blog. At times, it looks like a blog, occasionally shakes like one, but it's not. It's a glorified journal. Something like LiveJournal, or OpenDiary, except I use Movable Type on a custom hosted server.

I'm not posting. Clearly this isn't working for me for some reason. It's not just the colors, though that's part of it. It's probably not a lack of something to say, though the time to write it isn't there anymore. Perhaps it is a lack of something meaningful to say, coupled with an acute awareness of how much drivel is out there. Perhaps it's still the fact that I haven't transitioned this over to something more functional overall — I don't have categories or functional groups, so you can't go to blog.truegeek.org/tech and just get my tech geek posts, and the few extra readers I might pick up from rare linkruns like the Mac Mini debacle don't want to see my regular tripe and diatribe. I'm not an A-list blogger, or a B-list blogger, or anything, which is fine; it just means that categorization/tagging doesn't really serve any extant audience or tappable audience pool and thus would just be a geek exercise. This isn't Neon Epiphany, after all. Linking into all the flickr stuff won't cross-synergize for me like it does for yukino because I don't have a comment farm there, either.

In short, this isn't serving a large public need. It's serving an occasional one, an accidental and incidental one, which means I should optimize it for those audiences — finding ways for the cardiac stuff, the really specific stuff, the psych stuff, to be properly Googleable. Past that, if it's not serving me, then it's not fulfilling its primary role, and like I said, it clearly isn't working right now.

I need to write more, but this might not be the place. So do I make it the place, or alter the use of this entirely?

Things to ponder, to consider, to question. Yet, I have to go to class in an hour, so there is no time for that now.

And, once again, the moment passes, and the momentum is lost.

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.