Out of the NY Groove

OCTOBER 1, 2009

Wallabout Skater

My recent vacation marked the longest run of consecutive days without blogging since I started this thing way back in 2002.

I think.

I didn’t check.

In any case, next week marks this blog’s seventh anniversary, which is more like 47 in Internet years. A lot has happened since then. Back in 2002, friends would say, “Doesn’t it freak you out to share so much stuff online?” whereas now they excitedly tweet about their bathroom habits.

“You must be going crazy,” said Brad, as he stoked the campfire on the shore of Lake Michigan.

The moon was slowly changing places with the sun, casting shadows nearly as strong, the fire popped sparks into the crisp air, tiny waves lapped the shore, and the Internet was so far from my mind that it took me a minute to realize what he was talking about.

“Blogging? Actually, no, I don’t miss it at all. It feels pretty good to be away from it.”

I could’ve stayed there skipping stones in the moonlight for weeks without the urge to write about it.

Now that I’m back, I still don’t feel particularly enthused. I’ve forgotten why I started this blog in the first place — as if I ever knew.

Seven-year itch?

Maybe.