What is the difference between writing, blogging, and microblogging? Possible answers: Writing… is… the act of writing… simple enough. You do it, ya know? You put pen to paper the traditional way all the self indulgent little thoughts you obsess over, later maybe reading it back to yourself or sharing it with someone else. Blogging, much more instantaneous, shoots all your shit from your shitty computer over to your site and into the feeds. Microblogging, same, but provides less room (140 characters). This is kinda cool because it forces people into writing pseudo haiku, not sudoku. Brevity is sleek, stylish, makes you look cool… gets you laid. I think. #haiku! Other thoughts.
I use all three of these medias. It still hurts to be alive. Living makes the body sore. One could say living makes the body pure. I can attest that it doesn’t.
I don’t know your name, and that’s okay.
Someone is calling me drunk but I don’t answer. Anyone who assumes I’m drunk all the time has another thing comin’. The better idea is if you see me out at night, I’m drinkin’. And I’m not so jaded that I don’t love people. See the good, I say. I’ve heard it said. I’m reading When Things Fall Apart. Grab that! And things do certainly break down, like my knees. Thing is, they’re not. Only my mind panics over what it’s not used to. After a few minutes in meditation what I considered Big Pain started up. I thought "Come on, don’t tense up. Just eye it." Sure enough, that shit was gone. The pain leveled up once I insisted on remaining as still as possible. My own breathing became the most bustled activity in the city of my room, the little window AC unit still kicking out a hum, and I made sure not even to allow myself the gentlest tree sway movement of breeze. No soothing boat rocking, either. Things fell still. The body grows stronger, more accustomed to the act. Thus my motivation to plod on continues to plod on.