My Life

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog, and sometimes I wonder why I even have it still. I’ve been sitting around pondering whether or not the Grandinite dream is dead. I think it’s MySpace that takes up most of my time.

Of course the dream is not dead. Regardless of what life throws at you, the dream must go on.

Even still, there are questions. Why do I keep this domain? What will become of Grandinite? Grandinite is my baby, albeit a malnourished one. I invented the name “Grandinite” to describe what it meant to be a resident of the little neighbourhood of Grandin, Alberta, situated right next to Alberta’ seat of power, the Legislature. It’s a beautiful French Catholic neighbourhood in Edmonton that is so dear to my heart.

Where are the blog entries of the geopolitical analysis that once flowed from my fingertips, through this media and your visual cortex, and hence into your brain? What the hell happened to my razor-sharp wit, my verbal charms and my ability to poke fun at anything and everything?

I seriously don’t know sometimes. I’ve got a serious case of the same illness that befell one other blogger, MK Braaten, my brother. Back “in the day” we rocked the sponsorship scandal, I came up with an awesome list of 40 annoying Canadians that got me a radio interview with Rob Breakenridge, and heck, I even made Canadian blogging history with the first national survey of Canadian bloggers, the data of which fed dirtectly into my Master’s thesis.

But the past is the past, that’s all over and the blogosphere doesn’t give a rat’s ass beyond the ephemeral timespan of a blog post’s shelf life. What matters is that I start writing daily. I’ve been updating my.del.icious links a lot, but that’s not what blog-readers care about. If you want to read news, you’ll go to a news site. If you want to watch videos, you’ll go to YouTube and find them yourself.

Nevertheless, the show must go on, and I intend to keep it rollin’. How? I am not too sure. Just stay tuned.