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| The Red Shovel |
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I have been reading blogs and I remember I started one long ago. After a bit of wresting around with the internet and my email accounts, I found my way back to it. I had originally planned to write about my Harley, and take photos as I made improvements to it. Every time I worked on it I would think "I should be taking photos." but my hands were greasy, or I needed both of them to work, or it just seemed like way too much effort.
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| The chopper in an early permutation. |
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Then I started another Harley project, a chopper with a 103 horsepower Buell engine, and went through the same mental routine. Only on that project, I rarely knew what I was doing so it was even more difficult to plan photos. I went through many design permutations. Now I am somewhat fixed on how it will look but enthusiasm waned as I watched the resale price of Harleys fall with the economy. I found it hard to justify sinking any more money in the project.
In conclusion, I have no conclusions, but I feel a need to tie this up with a bow. I read blogs and think "I could do that, I'm witty and can keep my friends in stitches." But I have an audience to play too. I've been quite a correspondent on OKCupid, with pen pals from around the world who find me hilarious, but once again I have an audience in mind. This post reminds me of shooting arrows straight up in the sky with no idea of where they will land.
A recent breakup with my GF of three years, dates from OKC followed by rejections, the coming of cold weather, these things have left me with a general felling of sad incompetence. Where is the enthusiasm that normally propels my days? When will my wry sense of humor return? Will this blog ever be entertaining?
