Ideas for blog content
Old cattle chute on my family’s farm in Broken Bow, Nebraska.
Green light. This is my first blog post. It’s official: I’m job hunting. And here’s a list of the “great, many thiiiiings” that I’ll write about in the year ahead.
Yeah, I quoted Palps in the lead of my first entry. “So be it…”
Topics and musings to explore:
Foodbe.ai: nutrition and cooking
Writing and editing
Books, poetry, and piano
RIP: newspaper industry
Philosophy and Zen practice
Tattoos, definitely tattoos
Climate change and water wars
Oceanside, California
Grand Canyon
WWII, Pearl Harbor, and veterans
Flowers, the cannabis kind
I’ll not only consider tech and cultural trends but also share my favorite content from authors, poets, musicians, and Internet content creators.
For fun. To observe my voice. To acknowledge the greatness of turtles.
ON THE JOB FRONT
I’m forging a new career now that my kids are teens. I may be a retired 52-year-old web journalist, but I’m qualified for a thousand jobs. And the hunt for work feels exciting. I’m optimistic.
However, actually applying to jobs feels like staring up a 100-foot-tall wall. I’m pessimistic. I can hear Ryan Holiday now: The Obstacle Is The Way.
Thus, I built this website to start clawing through the damn wall. I’ve applied to a few jobs but so far no bueno. Indeed, emerging from a comfortable, private nest is no easy task.
Lots of social media jobs out there. Ha, get the fuck outta here. I’m Gen-X, yo.
Someday, I’ll find a full-time job. The right one at the right time. Or not.
For now, I’ll focus on finding part-time work so that I can still pick up my kids from school, practice piano, and cook delicious nutritious meals for my hot redheaded-surgeon-lady wife when she gets home from the hospital.
Yet, I feel the need to create. So I write. Not for money, nor traffic. I repeatedly turned down bylines throughout my career because of an innate desire for privacy. You won’t find any comments below.
Then why? Why write? To know thyself? Nah, I let go of that illusion.
To laugh at myself? Definitely.
To let the bluebird out of its cage? Maybe.
Okay, I learned how to set up a blog. Red light.