You go away for a little while, come back and find 500 messages in the spam trap. Urgh.

So, yeah, Facebook. But the bigger problem, well, problems.

There are the twin problems of writing: 1) having something to say; and 2) finding a way to say it. The problems inform, shape, define one another. Worse, though, is how they taunt one another.

The things that seem most worth saying refuse to coalesce. They demand walls of text, creation of neologism, working with nested explanations and definitions that defy the attention of any but the most perversely dedicated readers. And, of course, they can never reward the level of attention that would be required. They are the indigestible potatoes of thought.

The things that flow right out, that shape up as being pithy or at least comprehensible, rarely seem worth the effort either for me or for the theorized reader, so why bother?

But I’ma try over the weekend, maybe even tonight.