If one searches for my blog by my blog name, a number of porn sites come up with the search. While my blog persona may be a number of things, he is not an on-line pervert. Misanthrope, yes. Pervert, no. As a result, and perhaps I am acting rashly, I have decided to halt blog entries. As I am not Internet savvy, I do not know if there is a way that I can e-sever such unsavory Google search connections. Thus, unless I find a way, in protest, I quit.
Anyway, this is just another example of the artificial drama that on-line activity creates. Perhaps I have a few readers who do not know me from Adam. (After reading my entries, why would they want to know me?) What is the real point, though, in writing the way that I do for people whom I will never meet? I do put quite a bit of energy into my blogs–energy that I should devote to my relationships with flesh-and-blood people and to my off-and-on-again relationship with God. As for my friends who read my blogs, well, they have me in the flesh–and I am just as witty and dashing without the pixels.
Also, so much to do…Study Charles Sanders Peirce. Study pre-Vatican II dogmatic theology. Survey Western philosophical thought. Survey Western classical music. Look into Distributism. Look into a career change. Learn Latin. Learn Greek. Embrace the language of my dad’s parents: Japanese. Embrace —– (my secret crush). Play the dulcimer. Play the harmonica. Memorize poems. Memorize Shakespeare. Read. Read. Think. Think. Write (on paper). Write (on paper). Bye. Bye.
Hmm, I don’t see any porn sites when I Google search, “Bourbon Apocalypse.” It’d be sad to see you go.
I probably won’t go anywhere–that was grumpy me typing.
However, thanks for the comment.