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Bye, Bye, Love

Last summer I took August off from writing blog posts. I’m going to do the same this year, So, this is my last post until September 6, 2026. Letting the mind lie fallow for a month will help replenish the soil. It should also let readers recalibrate their expectations after posts about expired food and sticking Q-tips in my ears. This kind of blog runs the risk of not just getting lost in the weeds of personality, but thinking they’re wild roses.

“So, what kind of blog is it, anyway? “a woman asked recently.

I gave a vague reply about it being neither this nor that, here nor there, featuring topics that have little to do with conventional content. It’s not about health, food, fitness, travel, or politics, although any given post can be about those things. You just won’t find a post with “Five Easy Steps” in the title (see Five Easy Pieces of Management).

“Then what is it about?” she pressed, unimpressed.

I thought back to the advice I gave years ago to an undergraduate student trying to decide which course to take. I told him to forget the course and take the professor. What doesn’t matter nearly as much as who. In college, who the professor is carries more weight than what is being taught. Why? Because to echo Martin Buber, learning is an encounter, an event, not a textbook of concepts. Not that they use textbooks anymore, but that’s another story.

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Two things. First, while these posts are essays, that doesn’t mean they are always factual. Like a pair of nylon stockings, there’s some stretching involved. They almost always contain some enhancement layered upon a bedrock of truth (see Anonymous Me). Indeed, George Washington may have slept here, but it may not have been by a sealed crock of butter in a millstream. There is a crock, to be sure, but it has more to do with my taking poetic license to entertain as well as inform. You can’t fault me there. Cicero said that one of the purposes of writing is delectare, to delight. Otherwise, the reader may fall asleep. You may do it, regardless.

Second, my confession. Writing about serious topics, whether political, historical, cultural or anything else in depth requires time and research. This is true even in a typical blog post of 750 words. In fact, sometimes the shorter the post, the harder it is to condense an argument or narrative and still do it justice. For instance, writing about Cardinal Mindszenty is more involved than opining about vending machines. At least one reader of the latter would have no problem agreeing.

So, it isn’t just a deliberate choice to be quirky. It’s also a practical necessity brought about by the demands of publishing a post every week with the precision if not of an atomic clock, then certainly of a cuckoo clock. If I take on a weighty topic, I want to spend time on it. But lighter topics are no walk in the park, either. They often require a new insight, an unfamiliar twist or nuance. As Gypsy Rose Lee said, “You gotta have a gimmick if you wanna get ahead.”

Someone else–not the woman above–asked me what I have learned in twelve years of weekly posting, which I do every Sunday morning, “rain or shine.” That’s a harder question. Cicero adds docere (to teach or persuade through reason) and movere (to move the emotions) as the other purposes of writing. I’d like to add illustrare (to illuminate or give insight) to that list. I’m not saying I achieve that or even come close, but it’s what I have been aiming for. If I haven’t gotten there when discussing things like shoes, the fault is mine. But writing–like murder–will out.

A deeper confession. I don’t know how much longer I will continue this blog. I may stop publishing new posts and repost old ones. There are more than seven hundred to choose from at this point. Or I may pick up right where I left off. Where we left off. It’s not easy to walk away from a form of writing that lets you reference Cicero, Buber, and Gypsy Rose Lee at one time. Then again, it’s not the form, it’s the writer. It’s not the content, it’s the reader.

Whatever lies ahead, I wish you a fallowed August filled with new insights.

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9 comments

  1. On June 14, 2020, your blog contained information relating to Julius Johnston III who was a crew member of the ill-fated USS Scorpion. The article, “To Julius Johnston,” was published on Johnston’s birthday. (I’m sure that was no coincidence.) You made it clear you did not know Johnston. I did. Jule — his nickname — was a big kid when I was a little kid. He and his older brother Richard were two of my real-life hero’s. Their younger siblings were also friends of mine. Richard served as a Ranger in the U.S. Army during the Vietnam War. And of course, Jule went down on the Scorpion. We were from the little town of Yanceyville, North Carolina. Jule’s family was an institution, all looked up to by the town folk. Jule has been sorely missed all these years. Let me know if you ever want to know more about this wonderful individual you wrote about but did not know. Jerry Cooper

    1. Thanks very much, Jerry, for this touching comment and offer of more information on Jule. That lends a human touch to such a tragic tale. As I mentioned in the post, I happened to have run into a widow of one of the other sailors on the boat, although I don’t recall her name now. The story stayed with me for years, which is why I did the investigation and wrote the post. He sounds like quite a guy–his family, too. Thanks again for taking the time to write and add to the record. You’re a good friend even after all these years. Also, you are right. I published the post on his birthday.
      Robert

  2. Enjoy your time off, Rob. Somewhere along the line I lost track of the tradition of treating August as a vacation month. Nothing ever seems to slow down any more.

    But I’m with you. I have set aside my guitars, saxophone and golf clubs for August – the Guitar Jam and the Blues Trio wil survive without me, and may take time off themselves. Still 5 days short of August and already this feels refreshing and energizing.

    Now, to get serious about the book I have been working on and off for almost a year, and time to get my own blog re-energized. I am learning from you.

  3. Of course, I will miss your weekly insights, which land at my inbox about five minutes into the pastor’s sermon. Not that I’m timing the good reverend . . .

    And will also just miss you. Have looked forward to it for years, sermon clocking or not. Always enjoyable, no matter how many injuries the content of the writing have (has?) caused.

    The offer still stands.

    I did go to see The Odyssey on IMAX, and will be happy to supply a richly deserved scathing review, including the dissing of the casting of Beaver Cleaver as Telemachus; the ZZ Top beard on Matt Damon; and far-and-away a Helen who would have been lucky to launch a duck boat for her, ahem, retrieval.

    Let the invective begin.

    But please enjoy the well-earned down time.

    1. Sincere thanks for the comment, George, especially when I am in competition with the good reverend Also, I can’t wait for the review. You had me at “duck boat”!

  4. I was thinking the other day that after your recent mishaps you are due for some time to replenish! Enjoy your August, and try to avoid clear and lurking dangers.

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