On Searching For Inspiration

Posted on Saturday 26th May 2007 at 00:00
Outside the weather is grey and depressed and by mid afternoon it has started to rain. Not surprising really, given that this is the start of a traditional bank holiday weekend in dear old England.

I am restless. Having failed to plan anything fun to do with my long weekend and with absolutely no inclination to leave the house until the sun makes an appearance again, I am left with my computer for entertainment. It quickly tells me all I need to know with regards to cinema and theatre listings, namely that the former is uninteresting and the latter unaffordable, and by the time I've sipped my first coffee of the afternoon, the irritation at having nothing to do has been replaced by the irritation that I have nothing to blog about.

It is a frequent problem, especially at times when nothing very exciting has been happening to me. I could go down the route of blogging proper and keep a diary of what I do from day to day, but I don't wish to be responsible for the death or departure of any of my readers. Once again my mind begins to wonder what I can do to improve my blog in some way; to make it a better read.

Not for the first time, I turn to Meet The Bloggers for inspiration. It is, after all, the show that first convinced me to begin blogging properly and so embark upon this site. It is an interesting series, and one which I'm very glad the Beeb has thought to leave on the internet, because it puts you in touch with a wide variety of different bloggers from all over the world, each with different styles, themes and opinions, but all of whom have become successful and well known members of the blogosphere.

Episode 3 reminds me a little of my original ambition for the Misty Mind, which was to write about my observations in the world around me. For whatever reason I seem to be a fairly unobservant individual and consequently have turned to writing simply about my thoughts on my life. Other people I know could probably master this idea and turn it into something quite readable, but unfortunately my outlook on life tends to make my posts as uninteresting, even to myself, as I perceive the world to be around me.

I have a long standing theory that amusing observations and commentary on everyday life can only be successfully undertaken by someone with an American accent. I don't know much about regional accents state side, but I imagine a mild New York accent would do quite nicely. Not that it matters, since I'm stuck with good old English RP, but if it helps you to read this, a New York accent is a liability I shall allow you to take with my character.

It is hard to know what sorts of observations are interesting to the internet at large. Some of the ones I make on a day to day basis might even offend people, regardless of how obvious they are. For example, whilst in Tesco yesterday, I observed that not one of the half a dozen people I encountered in the chocolate and biscuits aisle, myself included, was of a sufficiently slim disposition to be able to justify buying anything other than rabbit food on the weekly shop. One particularly large lady zigzagged from side to side filling up her trolley with almost every chocolate covered product in the shop, presumably vindicated by the small bag of carrots poking out from the bottom of the basket.

If that isn't interesting, would anyone be interested in knowing that the average man approaching a bar will glance at the pumps to find out what draughts are available and then make a quick decision before ordering, where as the average woman in the same position will ask for a pint of something that she knows she likes and will then ask what similar drinks are available when informed that the beverage of choice is not sold there. I don't mean to suggest that there is anything wrong with the latter approach of course. In fact in many ways it strikes me as being far more sensible. If you are not especially knowledgeable about beers then it seems to me to be far more logical to ask the bar keeper for advice than simply relying on pot luck to get a drink you will enjoy. After all, if they have been in the job long, your average bar tender should have a much better knowledge of the drinks he sells than your average customer.

The bad weather has prevented me from observing any more interesting little characteristics of human behaviour over the past 24 hours, and so I shall finish here, eat some form of dessert whilst listening to another 15 minute episode of MtB, and then watch my favourite source of New York living: You've Got Mail.

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