There are times that I use this website to vent. It becomes a little diary for me. Of course, I don't name names or give specifics to protect people from being associated directly with my ramblings. Realistically, I think that it's good for me. I think it's good for you to. It makes me relatable. I seem like a mere human instead of a golden god of prose.
Right now, I've got a lot of things swimming around up in the old noggin. Mainly, I'm trying to figure out how to construct some semblance of a love life, but I don't want to talk about that today. I'm otherwise greatly concerned with GT football and how they could find a way to make it into the College Playoffs. From there, I quickly jump over to a screenplay I'm trying to develop. I'm trying to flesh out the characters. So far it shows promise. Somewhere in that mix I just start remembering The Wire and riff on that masterpiece for a little while, which then, obviously, leads me to think about Steve McQueen for far longer than anyone should and about how much I wish I was him.
Then for about two hours, I just sit and try to come up with good trivia team names, usually trying to work "Shaq" into the mix. So far I have "Shaq Hawk Down" and "Inglorious Shaqsterds." I like the former far more than the latter, but I'll hold it in my back pocket for a while. Then I just go blank for a while and ride on autopilot for the next 20 hours of the day.
Right now something is sticking up in my mind. I can't help but consider the fact that raw journalism, like the real sh*t, is dead. In this new era of immediate satisfaction and sensory overload, no one has the time, or at least they feel like they don't (when in reality they just want to stare at a glowing screen) to trudge through long and winding prose and actually interesting methods of conveying life onto a page.
There's very little, if any, reward for people who can actually do that, not by any measure saying that I can. There's no incentive to write well or try to force life into print. Just make a list and put some GIFs in there. That's all people actually want. Something quick to read while taking a sh*t. There's no space in our minds, yeah mine too, to meander through a long, wordy block of text that could be shorter but has an aesthetic to it that makes it art.
Flowing sentences just waste time. Post-adolescent vocabulary is for suckers. It just can't exist anymore. Which is crushing to me. There was a time when journalism was cool. Sports journalism certainly still can be. But plain journalism died years ago. It's just a dangling and rotting skeleton of what it once was. It's so abbreviated for convenience. It is by no measure the writer's fault. It's a changing of culture in the world today. Good, bad or indifferent, that's the way it is. It makes me sad, but there's really no use in fighting it. You can't stop cultural progression. It will happen.
