It didn’t take, is the long and short of it. I remember the thoughts at the time, the feeling that I needed to be more thoughtful and deliberate in what I actually posted here, where a few opinions on movies or news items seemed so trivial and unneeded.

In truth, I think I lost sight of the fact that really this blog exists to give me just that outlet. It’s not something I promote or try to build an audience for (as if I actually have one), but instead a way for me to get thoughts out into the universe.

In the early 2000s, Showtime had a show called Jeremiah. It was post-apocalyptic, where a virus had wiped out the global population of everyone who had gone through puberty. Kids were left with a world they didn’t build or know how to keep running. The show itself picks up decades later and we see what they managed. The titular character (played by Luke Perry) would often sit hunched over and write letters to his late father. When he was done, he’d tear the page out of his journal and burn the letter–a symbolic way of “sending” those words off to their intended recipient. That’s kind of how I used to–and to some degree still do– view this blog’s function.

I’m calling it “Essayist’s Interference” now, a silent nod to the act of catcher’s inteference in baseball. For the uninitiated, that’s when a catcher reaches forward to catch the ball and gets in the way of the batter’s swing. In essence, he changed the at-bat, so the batter is automatically awarded first base. Given the fact that, really, I’m just writing a string of unrelated essays, in the hopes of maybe interfering with the opinions and outlooks of others, I thought it appropos. But as with all things, we’ll see how it goes.