This is not a blog post about anything.
This is not a blog post about the unimaginable inanities taking place in Quebec, or Washington, DC, or Syria, or anywhere else.
This is not a blog post about what makes a blog post and what makes an essay and whether or not the word blog is a mere indication of media and not of intent.
This is not a blog post about blog posts.
This is not a blog post about Jonathan Franzen.
This is not a blog post about how much I hate Facebook even if LinkedIn is more annoying.
This is not a blog post about why I’m not deleting my accounts on said social networks.
This is not a blog post about last night’s fried chicken.
This is not a blog post about not writing blog posts or the new novel or anything else.
This is not a blog post about the tyranny of time.
This is not a blog post about booze of any sort.
This is not a blog post about watching my son do his math homework and being incapable of answering his questions because with me and math that ship sailed a long time ago.
This is not a blog post written to complain about me.
This is not a blog post written to complain about you. Or anyone else.
This is not a blog post about the state of the world or how I feel about that state.
This is not a blog post about 2013 being the Year of Aggrieved Majorities.
This is not a blog post about the discounting of the possibility of life on Mars because they haven’t found methane.
This is not a blog post about Breaking Bad.
This is not a blog post about the amount of blog posts in the world.
This is not a blog post that complains about something while using the very medium being complained about.
This is not a blog post about irony or that revels in irony or that drips with irony.
This is not a blog post at all.
This is about nothing.
This is a blog post.
