I am somewhat ambivalent about doing a blog. (Hence, the warning of infrequency.) In fact, the first thing I want to blog about is this: I have the ability to create things other than blog posts (e.g., photographs, short stories, plays, videos, anthologies, a magazine). In conversation, I’ve been using euphemisms like “creative dry spell.” In actuality, I fear my brain may have atrophied to the point where I can only hope to assemble a heap of brief, unconnected bits for short attention spans. Somewhere in my subconscious, this blog has become an admission that I am experiencing the kind of mental decline I thought I’d only have to worry about in, say, a decade or two.
I blame the Internet. My suspicion was confirmed when I read Nicholas Carr’s piece for the Atlantic, “Is Google Making Us Stupid?” He describes perfectly what I’ve felt:
Over the past few years I’ve had an uncomfortable sense that someone, or something, has been tinkering with my brain, remapping the neural circuitry, reprogramming the memory. … I’m not thinking the way I used to think. I can feel it most strongly when I’m reading. Immersing myself in a book or a lengthy article used to be easy. My mind would get caught up in the narrative or the turns of the argument, and I’d spend hours strolling through long stretches of prose. That’s rarely the case anymore. Now my concentration often starts to drift after two or three pages. I get fidgety, lose the thread, begin looking for something else to do.
Forgot what I was going to put after the quote. Anyway, welcome to my blog.