I had the girls to myself over the Thanksgiving holiday, while Susan was visiting her family. Somewhere between the 17th game of “Steal my sister’s toy” and negotiating the 33rd revision of the Sibling Chair Personal Boundaries Act of 2008 (aka the “Daddeeeeee! Laney’s touching my CHAIR again!” act) it ocurred to me that Susan’s had two child-free, out-of-town vacations while I have had none. Susan’s certainly had her share of alone time with the kids while I’ve traveled for business, but I noticed that she seems quite happy and refreshed when coming back from her own trips.
I think I need one. But I can’t figure out where on earth to go, or what to do.
I remember back in 2005 I went to Gnomedex. Back then blogging was still sort of new – not everyone had a blog – and it felt exhilarating to go and be with other people who were on the edge of that wave, and not entirely sure what to do with it. The business of blogging hadn’t been shaped yet, and it was new territory to explore. It was exciting, and you didn’t have to be a super-blogger to fit in.
I miss that feeling. There was lots of new stuff back then. Podcasting was even newer than blogging. Linkedin and it’s ilk were just starting to become popular. There was a lot of new concepts, and there weren’t too many copycats yet, so it was enough new stuff to keep one busy, but not so much it was work. The feeling of being wrapped up in something new is gone, and I’m having a hard time with this.
Blogging has become something that, having long ago been on the front page of Business Week & every other magazine, is a bit old and stale. I still do it because I feel like it, but I think the number of blogs that anyone could read far outstrips the time they have for reading them. Social networking has peaked, and dare I say jumped the shark. Linkedin has become the business Facebook to such an extent that there really isn’t much reason to be on both any more, let alone the dozens of other social networks out there.
Instead we have Twitter, the value of which still alludes me a bit, but Twitter isn’t quite the massive innovation that blogging was.
I think part of the original mystique, and it’s death, is content. At first the ability to create and publish was intoxicating. While my own posting habits never got to the recommended levels, it was still cool to be able to write something. It still is, a little.
The problem is that the thrill depends on having something to say, and frankly, reading mountains of sort-of-interesting-but-not-very-actionable stuff from lots of other folks tends to make anything I’m thinking of saying seem, well, pointless.
I’m looking for something new. What’s new?