Cleaning House

The other night I spent a couple of hours going through my reader. I got rid of all the blogs that haven't been updated this year (over 30). I used to have a folder called "hiatus"-- that's where I kept the blogs of people I really hoped would return. Increasingly, though, I have come to accept they'll never be back. No matter how much I like and miss them. (There are people who stopped blogging eight years ago who I still miss!)

This has opened up space in my feed. If you think I should be reading someone, (even yourself!) leave a comment or you can email me.

That said, I don't know about the future of blogs. Microblogging is the new black. Many people are doing that with Instagram, which makes sense from the stitching perspective since so much of what we do is provide updates of our work. But it makes me wonder if I should just skip that and go on to the next thing? Another part of me thinks, another fucking login?

And you know what? I like writing too much for microblogs. Even my twitter activity is about linking people to the blog. I've actually got Things to Say. Or I think I do anyway.

On our trip to Maine, we were listening to "Star 69." "I know you called/I know you called/I know you hung up my line/Star 69/" Wow. Who even has a phone anymore? This may have been a technology that completely passed me by. I never used it. I figure if you called and didn't leave a message, it wasn't important. (Tell that to my sister.) And, you know how to redial and call back if you need to talk to me. I guess I've always been one of those people who were a little disconnected any way.

(Oh, okay, you can find me at stitchnik.)