
I'm done.
I'm resigning as a blog writer here at Techography.
Mainly because I don't have the drive anymore, or the will to do it.
For over 10 years I've written stories about me, the military, my family, my life, my world, places I've been, technology I've touched and everything we see and do. Over 1,000 articles, pictures, and stories.
I have been to 32 states and 16 countries. I have served in 4 war zones and over 200 technical roll outs for fortune 500 countries such as Wal Mart, Tyson, AT&T and Verizon.
I'm tired.
I don't have the time to dedicate to this like I used too. Between work, and going back to school, my creative ability is non-existent, and quite frankly over loaded with information.
I feel part gentlemen, and part redneck. I have no middle ground. I wear cowboy boots, dip Copenhagen, drink Guiness, quote Marcus Aurleius and compare my company policies to The Republic.
Its getting harder for me to type, both mentally and physically.
Three times I have attempted to post this article. Three times I have managed to muck it up somehow or my entire post is lost to oblivion, and my hands get me more and more aggrivated with every keystroke and misstype.
Calimus and I were web writers before there was a You Tube, a My Space, a Twitter, or a digg. Before such things as Trackbacks, pings, or ping backs. We wrote our posts in long hand HTML, in Windows Notepad. We weren't called bloggers then. We were called Geeks. Or weird.
I'm sure at some point Cal will twist my arm to write here again. And he'll probably succeed. I love him like my brother as it is.
But for now I'm done. I just can't do it any longer. I have no love for the technology I work with. In fact I grow to hate technology more and more everyday as well as what it stands for.
I have helped build towers all over this country, until not a single vista does not have mans heavy handed works implemented in it like some gargantuan albatross that I will wear for the world to see what I helped create. I'm weary of it.
The company I now work for has so many polcies against this form of media it isn't even funny. And if my fellow bloggers think the in coming Administration will not find a way to censor their work i think they are badly mistaken. But that is there war to fight. I've had enough, and I've fought enough battles with words.
I weep for humanity, but humanity has no tears for itself.
I can not juggle my school, my work, and my life as well as attempt to place something here. I just can't. Not and it be something worth reading. If I wrote every day of the sadness, darkness and rage I feel when i walk in to a persons home whose children are nasty but they drive a Denali and live in the Ghetto either one of us would lose our mind, or you'd stop reading.
I'd rather stop writing. It's not worth the effort.
I will comment at my friends blogs. Probably more than I have been.
I will stay in contact with those I have met. I'm just that way, although as you well know my contacting ability is well...fractured at best.
As for myself, the curtain falls, the band leaves, the song is over and send in the clowns.
Someone turn off the lights, will you?