Well….it’s been a year, and Ive decided to blog on…

It’s the end of my second year of teaching music.  What can I say…I’m glad it’s the END of my sedond year.

I haven’t blogged in a long time.  I have found myself getting mired in depression, anxiety, and caught up in the negative press the has been around the blog-o-sphere.  Let me explain that last comment.

It seems that whenever I hear of some high and mighty “news journalist” talk about blogging, it is in the pretense that “Any rube with a computer can put him/herself out on the internet…thus there is a ton of crap out there”.  Well, this idiot has some things to say that might interest other people.  Namely my sister who the only person who reads this blog.  Be that as it may, my sister kicks ass, and I don’t care that she is my only intersted reader.  The other thing that has been keeping me away is the factr that when I get dpressed, I tend to shy away from activities that are seemingly contrived, or better yet, pointless.

I am trying to come out of my year long funk by force.  I am going to hi-jack my psyche, and tell it to get over whatever is keeping it down.  I am just plain tired of it.

So, let’s go through what I have learned in this year away from the blogging havens:

1.  Yes, it is possible for me to get fatter;

2.  It turns out that when I get backed into a corner, I fold;

3.  The friends I had in highschool were actually REALLY great people;

4.  I can still play drums…sort of;

5.  My brother is good enough to go to a major American music conservatory;

6.  I still am not;

7.  I am still working on the same projects I was a year (or more) ago;

8.  I still hate reality T.V., and my wife still enjoys it;

9.  I don’t have that many interesting things to talk about, but I am starting to come to terms with it;

10.  I drink too much Diet Coke.

Looking over this list, I see that some of it seems like I feel pretty darn sorry for myself…well, someone has to feel sorry for me (JOKING).  I really don’t, but sometimes when I look inside myself for things to say, there aren’t a ton of great things there to talk about.  It is a simple fact of observation, not a winey complaint.  I might as well be honest with you (my sister, and only reader).

There are a couple more observation I could make, but I need to save more stuff for later posts.  And, don’t worry, they won’t all be like this one.  I always recover.