I write every day, but my previous blog was six years ago. As my ship ventured into quadrants beyond the Printerverse, I had less incentive to post publicly under my name. Professional writing nearly monopolized my keyboard for several years. I considered publishing occasional musings on events, adventures, and ideas but ultimately wrote my thoughts privately.
Some hidden blogs documented my real-time reaction to the deaths of friends and professional contacts, including Kat Cherie (Kreyolicious) and Richard Dannenberg (a #PrintChat buddy). Others described select challenges, privileges, and exhaustion during the early stages of the COVID-19 pandemic. I never wrote blogs covering my thoughts about family deaths and struggles during this period. You need to be in the group chat to access that part of my life.
Most of the never-published pieces reflected my transition into the building industry. Since 2017, I’ve immersed myself in heat pumps, electrification, decarbonization, envelopes, building science, and how our built environment affects humans and our natural environment. Despite my fascination with the subject matter, I redirected my keystrokes toward client work. Pay for my say was the way.
Dead blogs look bad. This morning, I looked at my site and decided to restore this fallow field. All I need are a few posts per year. We’re almost at the end of this one, and I squeezed it in between dropping the kids at school and starting my day job. Seems doable with minimal discipline.
This establishment serves books, fun, work stuff, and select musings. “Select” suggests the type of seasoning in the pot. The curated “me” available here and on LinkedIn is authentic but circumspect. Maybe I’ll take occasional swings at creeps working toward Homogeneity, Exploitation, and Inhumanity (HEI), but that’s better suited for my other personal, cultural, and political spaces. I see the jokers who use LinkedIn to share their abhorrent politics and disregard for human life, but we’re doing something else here. Keep some things in your pants, people.
More hair. More babies. More books. Still me.