We'll see how many words I get down before the battery dies. Or before my brain dies. I'm a bit fatigued at the moment. The fourth and final race of the Lyle Pearson Spring Series (road racing) wrapped up out in Emmett a few hours ago. Good ride but oh my goodness I'm cross-eyed now.
Looking back, I haven't updated in some time. I've been "journaling" somewhat on my own, electronically, but have not felt the urge to post anything. I read a funny stat in Esquire magazine about "the ratio of blogs to humans rapidly approaching 1:1". That summarizes it; I can not claim to be an original blogger, as I hopped on the trend and followed the example set forth by a prior team mate back in the day. Now, however, everyone and their dog has a blog. It has changed the dynamic of living.
Case in point: by approximately 10 PM tonight I should be able to read a minimum of seven distinct perspectives on today's race posted by participants on their personal blogs. The allure of blogs is the intimate soul-dump that occurs, unclouded by any fear that others will challenge your personal point of view on various topics. That illusion of privacy, of this being a personal journal, really allows you to put your foot in your mouth.
