The Death of Blogging:

• mph has announced that he's essentially quitting
  
• M. Burton deleted his blog entirely a month or two back
  
• Leopoldo, busy with filming "Flesh Of My Flesh", has negligible posting
  
• Carl hasn't posted since November

Granted, G & I haven't been as consistent as I'd like. What with all the travel -- to Burning Man, to Colorado for Thankgiving, to Manzanita for New Year's -- and then with the family visit for my dad's memorial services -- we've been distracted, to say the least.

Of my regular reads, it seems like the Meadling is doing best right now at keeping up.

Hm. Seems like our little blog enclave really picked up steam when introduced to G. I occasionally wonder if she's the lynchpin here. When life made things spotty here at home, did everyone else give up the ghost? Disillusioned with the medium that she (locally) pioneered?

It seemed for a while there like the blogs were how we were all keeping in touch, volunteering windows in on each other's lives. Is the death of blogging symptomatic of the more general decay of the social circle originally brought together to play the "Werewolf" RPG? Maybe there's no reason to share, because the folks who were involved are wandering off in their own separate directions now.

Or -- noting that all these names are boys -- is there something in the male psyche that can only volunteer a window in so long as the honeymoon is on? When normalcy sinks in, and we get back to being our normal less-than-entirely-charming selves, do our metaphorical mouths snap shut?

Just wonderin'. ...And don't let me off without my share of the blame, either.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

[From "The Second Coming" by Yeats]