Man, it’s a morgue around here!
Where have all the WordPress hoodies gone?!
Take this morning for instance. Used to be I’d wake up to maybe 25 posts. Today it was six — and two of those are infrequent WP bloggers popping heads up like the groundhog.
I know what you’re gonna say. It’s summer.
That’s not it.
It’s natural attrition. It’s confirmation of a long observation: The average lifespan of a personal blog is about three years.
Dead blogs make Jack a dulled reader.
So time again to sweep the ashes out of the subscription list.
I don’t particularly relish it but it’s necessary. Not only is it depressing to be greeted each day by a long list of silent absent hoodies but like unworn shoes and shirts in the closet, that which is not active or used is best sent onward to keep space clean and uncluttered.
In other words, the only deadwood I like is on the beach.
Curious how many of you — (if there’s a you reading this and if so, congrats and thanks for stickin’ around) — have noticed the deathly scent and dropoffs …
In unrelated news, yesterday in a cafe I overheard two women, one in the rentals business, talking apparently about a project and it went something like this:
Woman A: So I’ll get that material to you. And I’d really appreciate it if you’d look it over and edit it. I’m a terrible writer. I’ve got all sorts of grammar books on my desk but I just can’t … I’m so bad.
Woman B: Sure. I used to be a teacher …
And I’m thinkin’ hallelujah!!! Someone admitting s/he can’t write or edit worth shit! A refreshing change!
(Und ja, it took great restraint not to stand, go over and offer my services.)