Interesting Times

Long story short:

I spent over an hour on the train writing a post about art, creativity, and the difference in perspectives between ‘creative’ theater people (designer-types) and ‘non-creative’ theater people (labor-types).

WordPress for the iPhone seemed to interpret my pressing the ‘save’ button as a signal that I wanted it to delete all traces of that post.

I tried writing the post again, in a truncated form, partly because I had lost the narrative flow, and partly because I suspected that when I pressed ‘save’ after I finished this second post, it would eat it as well.

It did.

I tried writing a post that contained simply the words ‘fuck WordPress’, and tried both the ‘done’ button, and the ‘save’ button.

Nope. Gone.

And so I abandoned my short-lived attempt to begin writing on my blog again.

Until a WordPress update arrived, claiming to improve handling of saving drafts.

So I decided to test this out, by writing this post on my iPhone, and trying to post it to my blog.

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Uh, no.

I did make it a point to copy the text out, and send it to myself in an email, so all is not lost. And I was able to publish a post directly, without saving it as a draft first. But that somewhat diminishes the point of having an app that lets me write a post anywhere, even when I don’t have data service, don’t you think?

So in conclusion, don’t expect to see much more up here any time soon, at least, not from me on the road.

And also fuck WordPress.

I don’t really know why I feel compelled to write a new post right now. I certainly haven’t had the urge for months, and really, if you’re looking to this blog to keep you informed and up to date on my life, well then aren’t you optimistic. And out of touch.

Nonetheless, I write the post anyway, as much for my own benefit as yours. There is a certain minimum required ego, that I seem to lack, for maintaining a blog of any kind. The self-assurance that your words will be of some interest and importance to others. This is not to say that is a flaw; on the contrary, I see it as something I lack, not something others should be looked down upon for posessing.

I am a very private individual. There are things about me that I am certain will remain untold even to my death. This is not unusual, of course, many or most or even all of us could say the same and not be wrong. I suppose I make note of it only because it seems that I have a higher percentage of unrevealed data than most. I feel unused to discussing my own thoughts, to the point that even an ordinary conversation leaves me out.

I am private to a fault.

Just a couple photos from the show I’ve been working on for the past three weeks. We close and load out today, and while it’s been great to be working again, I’m not going to miss working in the ferry terminal.

Well isn’t this familiar?

So I was persuaded to go out with the guys, and I’m not having a half bad time. Food at Bonnie’s Grill, followed by watching a few games of darts at Loki, a nice, low key (hah) bar a block away. We’re going to head out in a few and get some Boylan’s soda from a 24 hour deli nearby. Thank you, people who told me to quit being a shut-in and go hang out with my friends.

So, got an iPhone, got my grades back, got to visit relatives for the holidays, got better at playing fake plastic trees drums, got new boots, got more debt, got more cavities, got registered for classes, got word my favorite gaming publication got bought out and more than half the staff got laid off, got out of jail free (card), got some laundry to pick up, got some ‘splainin to do, got no idea why I said that, got no reason to break the trend, got you all caught up on my life a little bit.

Man, what is wrong with me?

Yesterday, all through the call, Winnie The Pooh kept walking through the house, across the stage, and out through the Dock, only to come back the other way a half hour or so later. Of course, anytime someone mentioned seeing him, everyone else would deny all knowledge, and claim to have not seen anything. This was mildly funny, until someone shouted “Holy shit, I just saw him! I thought you guys were all just fucking with me!” At which point it became really funny.

That is all.