Just a thought.

Forced Blog Post
April 26, 2009, 11:55 pm
Filed under: Big Idea, I have a dream..., It's a mystery

Hello World

Today, I thought it was pretty ironic to see a recent post from a random blog featured on my WordPress dashboard say, “I give up. Bye.” I was going to dedicate this post to the death of this blog. FML.

Blame it on Twitter, blame it on a change of lifestyle (a.k.a. the 9-ta’-5 grind), blame it on me feeling un-creative as of late, I’m beginning to worry why this blog is in terminal condition. I hate to say I’ve been soul-searching, but at the very least I’ve read all my posts from the beginning of Jamaicanjerk at least twice this year. I think that says something, especially when I just look at it longingly…instead of going ahead and posting. Do people with 10,000 tweets ever go back and read that oh-so-significant 1st  tweet? Or was it only relevant the moment they submitted it? I know I’ve tried to inject meaning to posts here at Jamaicanjerk. I thought of it as a conversation with myself, an easy-to-access time capsule, or a scrapbook that doesn’t require you buying wavy-cut scissors at Micheal’s. I felt like my blog was a way I could remember what I thought was worth remembering by putting it out there for the all-knowing Internet to remember. I remember one of the most meaningful validations to maintaining this blog was some reassurance from an anonymous reader who found some value in what I said. That used to make me skip a heartbeat.

There are a lot of Internet applications out there, and I could argue that at some point I could reflect a true-enough representation of myself donning a utility belt equipped with Facebook, Twitter, Pandora, Last.fm, Yelp, MySpace, what-have-you as I parade around the Internet. And I’m not trying to make excuses. I’m just smoke-signaling the end of an era. I think it’s unusual that I sometimes fear writing liberally on media that supposedly has no rules. I think it sucks that I can have every person I’ve ever met from the last 5 years in Bay (and even people I’ve known in Saudi and the Philippines) on Facebook and feel it’s hunky-dory that we’re only deep enough to be “Facebook Friends.” I’m beginning to feel concerned of what people think of the makeshift identity I’ve constructed with free Internet Web 2.0 apps. Either I’m becoming too sensitive to how much I’ve invested my life to public scrutiny online, or I’m becoming too insensitive to what’s really going on around my physical non-Ghost-in-the-Shell body. Either way, I think it’s unhealthy.

Jamaicanjerk added some mean flavor to my life these past 2-almost-3 years. As of today my posts are private. (No you can’t access them silly, I’m writing them in a brand new notebook. With a pen. And paper. And maybe Post-It’s) All good things must come to an end, and indeed it has been a good run. I think the best feeling to associate this with is Forrest Gump deciding that he’s going to stop running and go home. It’s about that time.

I will still be authoring posts in my new-media baby, Skulls and Spectacles, and maintaining my private Jamaicanjerk and public JarrettBato Twitter accounts for things like food, drink, love, life, art, and music. I sincerely thank you for reading my blog, I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have.

[Motions to pick up imaginary bowling ball, tho’ it, and get an imaginary strike.]