jennings rampage

I really hope I like this.

Sometimes I come to read my own blog, and get horribly disappointed when there’s nothing new here. And then I remember that it’s my responsibility to add things, and I’m a remarkably lazy bastard. Jen O’Bryan and I were talking about the responsibility involved in maintaining a blog, especially if you go to the trouble of registering a domain and buying hosting services and installing blog software and customizing the site design and so forth. I have clearly failed as a blogger; I refuse to believe you give a shit about where I went or who I saw or what I ate for lunch while I was there. (But I did have a great lunch with Jen and Pete and Porter and Zack on Wednesday.)

So, I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize to myself for not being as prolific as an essayist as I should be. I have at least five, and possibly seven, essays trapped in my head. I’m preparing to cover a wide range of topics, and I’ll love to read about them all. And in the interest of manufacturing accountability, these are some of the things I’d like to read about in the near future:

1. A whimisical and borderline misogynistic essay about those self-checkout contraptions that are gaining ubiquity in supermarkets and superstores and supercenters.
2. An essay on scenic initiations in longform improvisation — indicting initiations that lay out a vivid scenario or comic premise as coming from a place of fear, and advocating a truly improvised approach based on emotions and reactions.
3. Maybe more observations on the new job and the challenges and frustrations of the differences between an international consulting firm and a small business just shy of fifty employees.
4. Possibly some musings on the whole “moving into a new apartment with a new roommate” routine.
5. Probably some more of that cryptically romantic stuff, that shit WORKS.

Hold me to it, people!