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Numb Gray Surrender
Saturday, March 24, 2007
I have to be honest with you people. The blogger in me has been smashed in the face by a tidal wave called "baby." I'm basically BrundleFly-and-Telepod at this point. Spent. A freakish shell of the blogger that was. I don't have a thing to say or a reason to say it.
I feel ten years older since baby "Yanna" arrived ten days ago. To make matters worse for BurlingtonPol, it's like another eleven months until there's another local election to make fun of.
Monday I'll head back to work. I haven't shaved all week and there's a shocking amount of gray in my beard. I can feel myself softening. I no longer feel the sharp resentment I used to for the city's institutions- Fletcher Allen, UVM- Even the Co-op. I'm too tired to fight. I always lose and nobody cares anyway.
I just want to raise my babies and die like every other living thing. The rest is just conversation.
So what should I do with BurlingtonPol? I think I'll just run re-runs of old posts in no particular order. I've already done Andy Kaufman, "Smashed Blog," Intermission, The Disclaimer, Killed another blog, Channeled Deep Throat, The ever-changing Tagline, Held sway in local elections and changed politics and media forever. What else would I do now but show re-runs?
Congratulations Haik. Baby number two is always more than twice as head-spinning as baby number one since baby number one doesn't graciously bow out so the younger sibling can have the attention and you can get SOME sleep . . . good luck, Amy
Do the rerun thing for a while. They'll still be some of the best posts swirling around the local blogosphere, and might be some pieces we haven't seen. As a veteran of four bambinos, take it from me. Writing an occasional fresh post will be therapeutic,even if you're half asleep!
Congrats, Haik. I loved this post, funny, sad, and refreshingly human (a tone that sometimes feels missing in the blogosphere). I look forward to catching up via re-runs. Good luck in babydom II.
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Congratulations Haik. Baby number two is always more than twice as head-spinning as baby number one since baby number one doesn't graciously bow out so the younger sibling can have the attention and you can get SOME sleep . . . good luck, Amy