The Perfect Song Blog

It all happened gradually and with enough subtlety that I didn’t really notice it.

What did happen was that I suddenly one night realized that it was 9:30 and I again hadn’t written a new blog.  I checked my last post.  It was more than a month old.

I started doing some checking into my habits.  I used to come upstairs to my office, check a couple bloggers I like, then begin writing.

Then I added a couple news sites to my nightly checklist, along with my emails.  Then Facebook came along.  Enough was enough, I thought.

But of course it wasn’t enough.  I joined Twitter.

I added the Huffington Post to my news feeds.  That was the killer.  Tonight was an excellent example.  I checked out the Bernie Madoff sentecing, then went to a link that contained a slide show of what 150 years means (and I really, honestly don’t care what 150 years means since only turtles live that long and they don’t care what 150 years means).

Onto another article asking if the media honeymoon is over for Obama, and then to a link to a mashup of a supposedly contentious Obama news conference.  (The conference confirmed my feeling that no reporter will ever trip up Obama who mashes up his own combination of a degree in law, pretty fair mastery of the language and excellent delivery.)

I succumbed for maybe the third time in three days to the Michael Jackson death circus, reading a reporter’s accounting of Michael Jackson’s bad health and how he’d predicted half a year ago that MJ would be dead in six months.  Everyone’s cashing in on Michael in a frenzy of real and fake emotion.

I can’t help myself, I go to a story on Steve Jobs’ liver transplant but force myself to ignore more links on Jobs and what he means to Apple and shareholders.

I do give in to a story on how Facebook is incorporating Twitter features.   It never ends. . . .

Am I a better person for all of this?  I have no idea.  I do know it used to be so simple to have one newspaper and a couple magazines and read them, maybe taking a nap in the middle of a story.

Now I look at the time on the lower right of my laptop screen.  It’s 9:19.

Well, at least I wrote a post.