Verblendet

These days seems like if I don't post an entry right when inspiration strikes, I never end up posting anything at all. I've had another spring post kicking around in my head for a couple days, but I feel like I've been writing too much about flowers and rain lately. Then today I had a half-baked idea regarding cultural appropriation in corporate branding, but upon consideration the point seems so obvious as to be hardly worth making. I also thought about posting a guide to How Not To Have a Meeting using one of today's confabs as an object lesson, but I made all my points in great detail to monshu over the dinner table and now I can't be bothered to put them all down.

But why does everything have to be a mini-essay? This space is essentially a scratchpad for me to record what was running through my head at a particular moment so I can recall it later. Last night I dreamt about something I'd read on Facebook, that we should all post pictures of same-sex kisses to get everyone so accustomed to the sight that a clip of Michael Sam kissing his boyfriend won't raise any ripples. I also dreamt in German and meant to look up a couple things when I woke up, like how to day "deluded fool". On the shuttle on the way home, I chatted with a coworker about what fish we do and don't like to eat. And I brought home another of the books I picked up at our booksale on Staff Day.

I'm anxious to start reading some of those acquisitions, so I meant to push my way through a couple more chapters of A complicated kindness before bedding down. Instead, I parked myself in front of this computer and simply frittered away three hours. That happens far too often nowadays, and I'm not sure how to prevent it.