My habit is to have a promised update done the night before its due date, but I’m exhausted by the drafting that I’m doing, and I don’t want to explain. I thought I’d have substantial new material online today; earlier today, I thought by next weekend. But I feel now I need two weeks.
The “worthwhile” posting above is intentionally abstract, but pertinent to upcoming additions to the site that aim for a better sense of being well, relative to conceptual inquiry and good thinking.
I’ m dismayed by curent trends in news, but don’t want to write about it now (having put too much time into commenting at articles of the NYTimes and Washington Post)—except to say that a risk of being a junkie is making oneself sick of the involvement.
My conceptual work is progressing well; I’m working intensively, really. But I’m not ready
to begin revising this Website.
I feel bad about that because I have very much
to share and don’t want to be a regular disap-pointment via vapid update notes like this, time after time.
My online issue is common to writing anything complex: Introductory writing is done nearly last (or an article Abstract emerges nearly last).
This Website is intended to be an entrance into a long path, going toward difficult work which is worthwhile to me, of course; but has no end goal (like going toward a horizon: it recedes, like
Sharing online has little point, if that’s not worthwhile for a reader, too: engaging, accessible, maybe useful, and, I hope, promising to others for follow up.
But that happens in light of the odyssey that evinces postcards home. The trip is another kind of addictive involvement. “No time now to call home! Sorry.”
I truly expect to have material to share by next update:
Next check-in: January 26