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So if I had a dime for everytime someone asked/whined about my not reading their blog--well I'd have a good sized bag for the Coinstar machines. (a dime bag without the haze?) So yes, I'm basically self-centered and selfish. So why me, here, now? Perhaps I'm inspired by some occasional blog reading to do my own. Perhaps I have some things I want to say to the world. Mostly I like to rant to myself, and as the most likely sole reader, this works as well as any other venue. But today, it's because the doctor has just taken me and my damaged (possibly rotator cuff)shoulder off work. Turns out beer and vicodin are not completely the cure for off-work boredom.
I have no theme, no long term goals, for this blog. The title, Central Barren, is taken from a nearby--we have four houses and no zip code-of-our-own--town. I always thought it a funny, unambitious, name for a town. Central is the middle, Barren is nothingness, or the lack of ability to create something. Ergo, Central Barren is downtown no-where, the middle of nothing. It seemed right for a blog dedicated to my unproductive self.
I'm above average intelligence, but well below in ambition. I'm somewhat creative, but very unproductive. I'm not a big fan of change, but cannot stand regimented regularity--must have the spontaneous occasionally. So today, its a blog. Tomorrow, it'll probably be the abandonment of the blog.
So read if you got nothing better to do, and since I've got nothing on my schedule, I'll just write.