I have (had) no words

soundtrack: supertramp - "land ho", rare b-side beauty from "retrospectacle", and a new personal favourite, the kind of happy summer song that's just made to make you, well, happy.

let's do the obligatory popular cultural phenomena-infested return of the scara-speech, first and not, technically, first, and - not last, or, whatever, so: I'm not very good at this, no, not one bit. this being, of course, keeping up with the posting, and the blogging, and the updates, which in recent times seem to have gone (quite frankly) straight to very-nearby-hellish-places, because of 1) summer holidays, mainly, and my having a few weeks off from everything to just gaze at the sun rain, the continuous unyielding norwegian summer rain and generally shitty, absurdly bad holiday conditions, with some added swineflu madness, and it's all been pouring down, nonstop, figuratively and downright explicitly over the past few weeks, and I'm staying indoors watching films, listening to seventies rarities, etc, 2) my being tired of a lot of things, 3) my having to do lots of other things, 4) my writing other stuff and not having time for blogg stuff and other stuff, nuff said. but my conscience, inevitably, and as always, got the better of me, and slowly forced me to return to these good old grounds and start writin' again. here. and there and just about everywhere, now, but I did need some time off; I'd realized that. and I might need, have needed, some other...changemaking too.

consequently, I have indeed decided to make some changes, some real changes this time, because, first and foremost, I keep getting inspired by facebook and twitter and shortmessaging online, these days - as belle de jour would say, and have said, it's "about as much as I can be exercised to contribute at the moment". belle and I seem to be very much on the same level in terms of posting frequency and blogging tendencies and, thus, perhaps, I end up with a startling lack of updates that appears somewhat proportional with her long periods of absence, I guess it's a common blogger's syndrome of some (slightly inexplicable, although overexplored) kind. in any case, I shall endeavour to resume my blogging with an increased devotion and steadier pace, I shall - however - also continue to post shorter, at least slightly less extensive and ongoing posts, as well. similar to the things I tweet and, er, face. philosophically, so that I feel as free as I need to. cherish freedom as much as I ought to. and so that it doesn't consume as much of my time as it used to. so, short, condensed, concise, precise and more improvised posting. think I can manage that? we'll just see, won't we? ...and I could use some practise when it comes to managing other styles, so maybe it really is a pretty good idea, after all.

which leads to the obvious question, why on earth am I writing all this? in short, simply - to welcome you to scara's old blog, which is probably gonna remain like it's always been, like the old blog, or something not very far from it, but I've got to start writing a bit more, a bit more often. otherwise, I'll feel so terribly bad about it, I'll be eaten alive (in a figure-hugging-ative sense, this time 'round) I'll be left with agony, ivory, idleness, silliness and nothing done. seeing that the bad conscience of mine, that's behind everything, this included, always produces (such) severe stress-induced verbal diarrhoea and striking propensity to just blabber on, for ages, which leads to the obvious observation that my resourceful purposes of being to-zhe-point and very brief and very tweety-facey-bookey, might not be so succesful in the long run. morale? no blogging makes me a dull girl, and leads to excessive self-and-apology-centred rambling and long nonsensical paragraphs about long and nonsensical paragraphs that one had intentions of seeing abolished, originally, and after further consideration: presumably never will, in fact, be so. I'm resting, just in case.