I think the second half of last nights post was sufficient to show that writing the blog at night is bad and not good. It lacks both depth and charm. So I suppose I ought to make a proper rule to just write it in the morning, afternoons, or just before night as best I can. I’d like this blog to be good, and beyond that I’d like for it to get better if it can.

Part of me is tempted to reduce it from every day to twice or three times a week, but I know that, just as I did in high school, I’d be cranking out a day-blog the day of with no regard for how much time I had to improve it.

A while back I attempted a sub stack, and while it was met with appreciation, I found the whole thing kind of annoying. It felt too similar to the blog to be worth as much of my time as it took. I suppose I could just move the entire blog to Substack, and that might be the right idea, but I’m lazy and I like the website.

Anyways, I’ve been watching a bunch of Van Neistat videos, and while I started off thinking he was somehow an obstreperous dork and jerk, now I just know he’s obstreperous and my judgment of him was a reflection of my own ego. He’s just very confident and self-assured, things I am not, particularly with regards to notions of self improvement and making “important” work.

I quite like him, and I really ought to take a serious crack at video. I’ve taken a few quick recordings of Roby at the brook or playing around, but nothing with audio, nothing scripted, nothing serious.

The most realistic place to begin I figure is my 100 objects scheme. Wherein I just talk about 100 objects that I care about. Splice in some movies I love, books I love, old photos, whatever. On my walk this morning I thought through a floaty morning-brain pre-script for my belt, and boy oh boy did it spiral off into loads of stories, opinions and thoughts. Which isn’t to say I’d like it to be a hare brained sprawling thing, but rather that it has legs and can be a lot more than just, look at this pretty belt.

It’s unclear if anyone would watch this or care.

Strange that these things are not mutually exclusive.