There ought to be something profound to say at the end of National Blog Post Month. Ok, profundity is a stretch, but something meaningful anyway. What's it all about, etc.
I thought for sure there would be an "Occupy" commentary. I need to get back in the election swing for Decision 2012, but I felt like it was all being said. Or tweeted. Or photoshopped. Or videoed.
I wanted to explore what goes on in the Fellowship Tract League -- the pamphlet people. A lot, I discovered, but their own website covers it, really. They make a tract in ASL. I cock my head.
The guy in the center is reading "Porn XXX." He super-sized.
I had some art-nostic opinions about the new Walton-funded art museum in Arkansas, but I think NPR got to them first. Or maybe that's where I got them in the first place.
After learning my hiking boots had been retired by New Balance, I fantasized George Mallory trying to find a new alpine hat for his next Base Camp visit. That scene amused me until I was home, then I was done with it. The way that story really ends is that I found the 2007 model (mine are 1999, all right - I admit it), which has also been retired, and bought 2 pair. If I am still hiking at 60, please teleport me to New Balance so I can show off these shoes.
Push came to shove during the holiday week and I had to borrow from other sources in order to both unplug for vacation and fulfill this inconsequential obligation. They were my sources, though, so it's cool.
I am always interested in reading the site traffic report, and will have to see what happened over the past month. Besides the NaBlo traffic, I am grateful to the Non-Fiction Class at Plymouth State U for their interest and feedback. I had nothing profound to say to them either about what motivates me to keep blogging -- particularly in the dark, anonymously, about nothing of much significance whatsoever.
I guess because it is there.
Thanks for supporting the bloggers in your life. We do what we can to break up the day.