Just let me state a reason for my blog being down from the get-go. I’m going to define it as a “branding” issue and leave it at that. My old posts are gone sans two and that’s ok. It just represents a kind of shedding I suppose. I do kinda miss some of them already but I’ll accumulate more crap in no time.
Never when I began to contrive drivel for posts-encouraged by my friends who-in this community are some of the kindest around-did I think that I’d love doing this so much. As Max Beerbohm (Maxminimus) stated … “My gifts are small and I’ve learned to make good use of them”. I am not a writer-contrary to what you, some of the nicest folks in the world have said about what I posit here. Tintin is a writer. Elegantologist is a writer. Sartre over at Advice to My Sons is/was a writer. I’m a busy guy and I don’t have more than twenty or thirty minutes here and there to build my stories and I damn sure don’t have time to run it through the grammar-syntax department. I dump what I see and feel here and I will resume doing so at once.
This isn’t a false modesty play to garner another round of very nice emails from all of you who sent them to me. I will tell you though-and you know who you are-those emails are the reason that I will tell my stories again. There is also a small coterie of you that provided me some very pragmatic and focused advice. Again-you know who you are and I thank you for that.
So here’s my promise to me… I will continue tell you about things trivial and superficial. I’ll continue to share things with you that touch me and for certain, I will not under any circumstances stop reveling about my child. LFG is my personal strategy and I would be like chopping off a big part of my blogging lifeline if I didn’t share our antics. What I’ve realized is if I edit my stuff, the joy of driveling (Damn-that’s a book title) will be lost and then I might as well shut this thing down again. If I never write another thing I've received something from several of you that has made all of this worthwhile. It's one thing to get an email from somebody asking where they might find a pair of Navy Blue Weejuns. It's quite another when a guy sends me an email letting me know that he's inspired to be a better father to his daughter.
Clothes are a great metaphor for me to use when sharing my ideas and observations. It’s the only thing I know other than my healthcare strategy career. I essentially grew up selling rags and hanging out with clothing people. I can find a story-a yarn-a memory when I see a shoe string or a certain color. I’m wildly sentimental and wouldn’t trade that for the world. Some days I wish that I didn’t observe my surroundings in such a highly tuned way. The pain wouldn’t be quite so amplified but on the other hand-neither would the fun-the joy-the antics.
On a closing note let me thank Tintin for spending an hour on the phone with me yesterday. I need to publicly acknowledge you for your kind gesture my friend. Surely one of your last billets as a nomadic military brat had to have been within walking distance of a sporting goods store for you my friend-have balls bigger than Texas. Shut up.
ADG and LFG
Ps…God-I know that you are tres strategic and don’t generally trifle with the day to day tactical things but I’ll make two requests. First, could you cancel LFG’s soccer game today? And finally, it would be just fine with me if I didn’t have to have another week like this one past, for another little while.