‘Tis better to be consumed than to consume?
I’m a member of more e-mail lists than I care to count (knitting, anyone?) and this morning, two separate groups of e-mailers in my life are engaged in down and dirty discussions of what blogs should be about, can be about, are too often about. This is where the consumption in my title comes into play. I am consumed with guilt about not having posted in this S.F. blog since I got here. On my lengthy list of new year’s resolutions (eat healthy, be a regular gym rat, swear less dammit!) was one to be a dutiful blogger.
I split my time between here and Austin, Texas, and, as of January 1, 2, etc., I was posting all over the place in the Austin Metroblog. Posting to the extent that I was waiting for some fellow Austinite to tell me to shut up.
I’ve been back in S.F. since January 5, with nary a posting here. Sigh. Yeah, yeah, I’ve eaten at plenty of places that I could report on (Zuni: the clam chowder is one of the seven wonders of the world; Cortez: what is more beautiful there, the food or the waiters? Boulevard: their chocolate desserts never fail to elicit When-Harry-Met-Sally moans from me; Yank Sing: each dim sum cart more full of surprises than a big red stocking on December 25) BUT I’ve been completely unmotivated to do so.
Why? Perhaps I’m grappling with my own blog and/or blogger biases about this medium. I call myself a writer. Is this, I ponder, the best use of my writerly time, extolling the virtues of S.F. restaurants (or even describing my latest bizarre on-the-streets-of-S.F.-encounter, this one with a clearly mentally ill, homeless, deaf person)?
Yet, after reading the plethora of blog-related e-posts to my lists this a.m., I’ve decided it’s a message from the universe to get my blogging ass in the game. Consumed with guilt for not showing up earlier (though not consumed enough to outweigh the S.F. restaurant calories consumed since January 5), here I am now.
This is the part, I suppose, where someone tells me to shut up. Sorry. As our beloved (to some, not me) Governator would say, I’ll be back.