Twitter and facebook killed the blog. At least for the time being.
For my 10th birthday, back in 1977, I got a tape recorder. While I was at school my brother Stefan and our cousin Tomas recorded this rendition of “Happy Birthday”, so now on Stefan’s 39th birthday, I’m sending it back. Happy birthday, bro!
Well, considering stuff, I should probably take this page down, or retire it like I’ve done earlier reincarnations. I feel I have very little to say these days and my writing lust is all but gone. The only thing I seem to be able to do in text these days is chatting, commenting and writing work related e-mail. I don’t even write private e-mail beyond the “Hi, of course I’ll come to your party” or “First you have to install Applejack and start in single user mode” variety. As I’ve said before: what the fuck happened to my writing aspirations? What happened to the joy I felt in composing long long letters/emails? What happened to those constant writing impulses I used to get back in the Pitas days, when I wrote a post whenever I was irritated/happy/drunk/content/fed up/shocked/awed? It can’t be “Age,” can it? Can it?
If I stop writing “tweets” and facebook statii I’d possibly feel the urge again. Har-de-har.