Who can count the days? Or ways

What this blog could have been, and still might be, was an imperative to get me away from myself, out of Social-Tech time, into the alternate parallel Real Worlds and microgalaxies behind every new face.

So what happened, at least in the first days, were that I would gladly give up my comment-returning-time to go outside, and the magnetic-pull of my inspiration led me to ask strangers to let me take their pictures. It was always good. It worked. It gave back to me and them, if not always to this blog.


What I didn't forsee is that my chronic mono would bushwhack me so badly that I would be sidelined before I could even get up off the couch. Before, I had the time and energy, but no ambition. Now I have the ideas (thank you, muse!) but no energy.


None.

I hate feeling like this. Three weeks and counting of dizzy spells, fever blisters and no energy to spare. This is exactly the trap I wanted to avoid when I came up with this idea.


So here's my promise - the very next time I feel like getting up, I am going to take my camera. I am going to go somewhere I haven't been ; one thing this blog has taught me is that it is inherently more productive to, say, go visit someone in the hospital than to furiously blog the state of health care, or to attempt talk to a stranger in their native language instead of leaving smarty-pants Babelfish comments on some Eurotrash blog ; and I am going to start taking pictures of people who don't yet know they want to know me.


Promise.