Reminding myself I still write

Because I need a reminder from time to time that there's more to life than charts and graphs.  Don't we all, right?

So two events coming up in the next week:
Indoor Voices by 826LA, a reading series by the great people at 826 where myself and a few other people with too much spare time will be reading/speaking the hell out of some poetry.

Also:
Word Salad LA, a monthly storytelling event that's $5 to get in (only $5!) and treats you to 7 sexy writers telling you stories about how interesting their lives are.  It's 10 minutes a piece, which makes the whole event last a really kind of convenient amount of time
8pm,

The Talking Stick

1411 Lincoln Blvd.

Venice, CA 90291

It will actually be my first foray into the storytelling universe and we'll see how that goes.  Also, it's the explanation why I wrote a blog post.  Because I gave them this blog as my website so I need to put up the illusion that I still have a pulse.

So how about that blogging?

I'd really like to do a statistical analysis of my intentions.  For example, I frequently intend to go to the gym.  But I have a few dozen rolls that testify to the strength of that intention.  I also frequently intend to better myself with a hefty piece of literature.  And I have several completed video games that show my progress towards betterment.

Then there's this blog.  And the three ones I had before it.

I think there's an expiration date on my enthusiasm that corresponds directly to the difficulty of the task and the frequency with which I'm expect to do it.  Let's see if we can regress this.

Time before failure = B0 + B1(difficulty) + B2(expected frequency) + B3(level of self-doubt) + B4(amount of sex I'm getting) + B5(Amount of work I'm putting off) + B6(Whether the task involves the verbs 'blog' 'tweet' or 'facebook').  

And something something p-values.  I hate my life right now, that's what I'm trying to say with this post.

Anyway, I'm gonna try and jump start this thing like a failing marriage.  And like a failing marriage, I'll probably cheat on it with other blogs.  Or something.  Metaphoric capacity has been replaced by regressions in my brain-space.

More later.