Welcome to Crap I’ve Been Meaning to Tell You About, 11th Edition: A Declaration.
A few months ago, Adam Roberts’ post on the evolution of food blogs from anything goes to magazine polished landed in my rss reader. I was seriously considering abandoning this space at that time, and his words really resonated with me. I started blogging back in 2004. My previous blog had nothing to do with food, and to be honest, was way more fun. Keeping up in today’s blogging world – the photography, networking, monetizing, and listening to people complain about facebook engagement – has become a real bummer. And I’m done. For many reasons, I’m jumping off the bandwagon.
Recently, 2.0 turned to me and said: why don’t you just do what you wanna do? Tell your stories. I like your stories. I’ll read ’em. It doesn’t seem like you’re having fun anymore.
Sometimes, 2.0 is pretty smart. So, I’m growin’ a set of lady parts and putting the FU back in fun. I declare this an unfoodblog. I simply don’t want to do it anymore – not following the current formula anyway. There are enough people out there doing that, and I’m getting bored. Aren’t you? I’d like to have fun again. Maybe you’d like that too.
I think there will be more stories here (because 2.0 likes ’em), and a lot less stressing about photography. Guess what? I don’t eat at a table strewn with foliage. I’m not a deer. I eat potato chips for dinner. On the couch. IN MY PYJAMAS. Maybe we could keep baking together, but have more fun doing it. And I’m just spitballin’ here, but I think I could really help some people out with dating and fast food. I do both like a boss. Other than that, I dunno. Maybe you’ve got some ideas you’d like to share.
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So, as I formulate a mission statement, let’s bring Perusers’ Druthers back! This is a readers’ choice type deal, with a fancier name. Do you find ballet intimidating? Feel like you can’t contribute to dance talk at cocktail parties? Are you afraid to buy tickets to performances because you have difficulties understanding the inclusion of random cats and fairy entourages in most famous ballets? You’re not alone. Cast your vote for the next ballet to be demystified by yours truly…