I’ve noticed average post length on Tumblr has gone down tremendously. It’s tidbits that show up on my Dashboard nowadays, not bigbits.
Reading back on some of my older posts, I realized I’m doing the same thing. I spout a short thought or repost a picture and add a line or two, and you know what? I don’t think that’s what I thought I would do with Tumblr.
Used to be a Livejournal/Blogger user, and for a while I fed those into Tumblr along with some of my other RSS-related content (comics, Twitter) and used this thing as sort of an aggregator of all my online doings and beings. Then the blogging stopped, the livejournaling stopped, and I quit my webcomic. I rarely tweet, and if I do it’s usually about something random and ineffectual.
Instead, Tumblr has become my only vein of creation that bleeds onto the net. It’s become my blogging surrogate, my journal, and my comic-posting ground. All in one spot, only it all comes from here - not from other places like before.
Posts should be longer, more substantive. I don’t want to use Tumblr like the rest of the people I follow, and their daily life-status updates. I don’t want to reblog funny pictures or quotes. I don’t want to wonder why my Tumblarity is at 15 when it was at 20 five minutes ago. There’s so much more potential here, so much more intelligence I’m wasting on stupidity instead.
….I’ve been saying goodbye to all my students this week, which is sad, obviously. I’ve gotten to work with 50 bright and energetic (to put it mildly!) second graders, as well as over a dozen incredibly adorable and eager preschoolers. I’ll miss everyone!
On the other hand, I’ve been running hard since Christmas, so I’m in need of a gear shift. Is it wrong to admit I’m slightly relieved?
This summer I’m teaching two preschool sessions, and one five or ten week still life painting session for adults. In ADDITION to doing performance art for summer camp. Interested in any of those things? Sign up here!
As for my solo creative self, I am the proud participant in 4x4 at Design Within Reach. RSVP here! I’ve spent over $200 in preparations (printing, paint, surface), and I’m hoping to auction over $500. Or to just sell it at all! Please buy my art, I need to break even on this project, and I can’t let HPAC down!
Speaking of 4x4 I’ve got to go work out this Olivettes composition.
I suddenly felt like I absolutly needed a Chipotle burrito in my belly ASAP, so I drove 15 minutes to the closest location only to find a line snaking all the way out the building. Oh well.
WHAT?! NO. NO. You screwed up this time, Rabinak. One does not drive fifteen minutes to a CHIPOTLE and then pull an “Oh well,” when he gets there. (By this I am assuming that you left. Perhaps you didn’t. In the case that you didn’t, never mind about the screwing up.) This does not happen.
Airborn by Kenneth Oppel Skybreaker by Kenneth Oppel The Firework-Maker’s Daughter by Philip Pullman Don’t Tell Me the Truth About Love by Dan Rhodes Gold by Dan Rhodes In the Country of Last Things by Paul Auster The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood Found by June Oldham
*I think someone angered Leonard, the cat that lives in Myopic, because everywhere in the bookstore smelled of cat pee.
In the Country of Last Things lacked the hutzpah of Auster’s earlier novels. Maybe it was the young female narrator, or the vague treatment of the world he tries to create. Or maybe I’m just outgrowing him. Also, it should have been called, “In the City of Last Things.”