Ghosts of Blobs Past
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne*
Since the unexamined blob is not worth blogging, I can’t let pass the opportunity to reflect on the first year of the Bloblessness Project (2011). It also helps that WordPress.com so generously provides its bloggers with such swift-looking infographics. Behold the Brass Tacks of blob-bloggery:
[The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.]
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 8,500 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
The Ghosts of Blobs Present
My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.*
As a friend posted to Facebook over the holidays: “I’m taking off work on January 2 because I can’t be expected to observe the arbitrary demarcation of time on a Sunday.” And of course it’s true, that the turn of the year is perhaps the most arbitrary tappings on the re-set button, and may actually be more akin to a societal slap of the snooze. But still, isn’t it too welcome of an opportunity to shed the old, the useless, the broken, the tired, the taxing and unhelpful to – at the very least – make room for the hope of the new, the eager, the rested, the useful, the re-wired and regenerated? This year in particular presents a most welcome threshold for me – The Big Three-Oh-Emm-Gee. Not only is it the turn of another year, it is the turn of they last year in which I’ll be a young, green, know-nothing, fresh-faced, post-teen newbie. Now I’ll just be a plain old know-nothing, crumpled-paper-bad-looking newbie. (Cue: impotent kazoo-sounding party favor noise). Stepping over this arbitrary demarcation not just in the calendar but also in my life, I’ve made a list of 30 Things About Being Thirty:
Things I’m Leaving Behind in My Twenties:
- Gossip (Only about people I know; Hollywood is still fair game).
- Cheap Shoes (nb: inexpensive is not necessarily cheap. I mean cheaply made).
- 15 lbs of “Just one more beer.“
- Ignorance. (People in their thirties watch the news).
- Dogma. (“I always . . . ,” “I’d never . . . ,” and “I only . . . ,” — buh-buy).
- Going along to get along.
- The idea that movement = progress (better than the hamster on a wheel, at least a snail is moving).
- Addiction to trash TV.
- The obsessive search for outside approval.
- My biological clock.
Things I’m Taking With Me (or plan to find) on the Other Side:
- Fiscal responsibility.
- Timeliness. (Stop laughing.)
- Personal style.
- Bigger better BHAGs (Thanks, Lululemon Athletica, for the term BHAG: Big, Hairy, Audacious Goal).
- Cleanliness. (It now is next to blobliness.)
- The answer “No.”
- Me time.
- Motivation. (One of the smartest people I know says, “Don’t wish for it; Work for it.”)
- Mobility. (Go. see. DO.)
- Help. (Offering it, asking for it, giving it, and taking it.).
- My give-a-damn.
- My very few, but very close, friends.
Ghosts of Blobs Future
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !
and surely I’ll buy mine !
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne. **
I have fun considering the fact that this all got started with a puny failed commitment to 90 days with Tony Horton and has since developed from there to a whole-life revolution (or at least a montage-worthy makeover, right? “We’re the kids in America.”). It is exciting to think of the future as more than a mere three months to a taughter midsection. See what 2012 has in store for this blob here, and give me a glimpse into your own bloblessness efforts by leaving a comment below.
After all: Blobbery still loves company.
* Stanzas from Old Long Syne, by James Watson (1711), http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auld_Lang_Syne
** Stanza from Auld Lang Syne, English Translation (minimalist), http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auld_Lang_Syne