5.31.2009

And so

We end as inelegantly as we began. This, my 800th post, is my last. There is nothing special about 800, but when I could see it coming I knew my OCDness would be most happy with that tidy round number.

Several of you—most graciously—have suggested that I keep this blog going. And I thought about it. I still enjoy writing it and reading your comments, but here's the thing: the filler stuff—the quests for planters, the trips to Liberty Custard—in other words, the glimpses into my deep interior life, would all of the sudden become the point of the blog, and sorry, that's just not that interesting to me. This blog was conceived as a way to document a very particular journey; it has done that and, at least for me, so much more.

I did not expect to come away from Hamline and Going40 with such a strong conviction that writing needs to be a central part of my life, but I also didn't expect to secretly like my math class, so there you go. I will almost certainly blog again, perhaps even soon, but I am also anxious to explore the discipline required of other forms of writing (by which I do NOT mean academic papers for undergraduate courses, thankyousweetJesus). I am convinced that blogging is here to stay, though the craft will continue to morph as technology and sensibilities change.

Oh, the last round of limericks? You're all winners, but you knew that. I realized that we didn't really need another limerick contest; the community had moved beyond that. But my loyal little cadre of regular contributors will all find a little something on their doorsteps later this summer.

I would not trade a single moment of the last two years: they have been the richest of my life. Yes, there has been drudgery and trepidation and tedium, but in greater abundance there has been excitement and discovery and joy. I am grateful beyond measure for my time at Hamline, for this blog, and most importantly, for you. Talk to you soon.

8 comments:

Eric M said...

Bravo.

I'm behind your writing 100% (and am ready to forgive you for not switching your major to English). Time to start thinking of some killer titles that will sell like hotcakes at Urban Outfitters.

Thanks for taking us all along on this journey. I'm so proud of you, not only for getting your degree with elan (and magna cum laude) but also for setting the blog bar so very high. It was always a pleasure to discover that you had posted something for us to read, ponder, and then try to come up with a retort that would be clever enough for you, and for the community that surrounded Going 40.

Speaking of which, it was also a treat to make some new friends through your blog. I hope you won't make us wait too long before we can have a (semi-safe) place to bow down at your feet and worship you again.

Thanks, friend. And well done.

KnitNight Sarah said...

I've loved, loved, loved reading your blog and am really going to miss it!

Anonymous said...

I await with bated breath your next web 'identity'.

I've enjoyed 40/20 immensely. ttfn


phil

Erin, A Crafty Lass said...

I'm already experiencing withdrawals. Don't be gone for long. xoxoxo-Lass

Anonymous said...

Farewell, I have enjoyed your blog/journey. It is truly nice to finish something isn't it.
sherrill in pdx.

Tom said...

I came back here after a few days hoping that you'd changed your mind. Sort of like stepping into a theater after striking a show and hoping that the sets will still be there, the orchestra will be warming up and your wacky performer friends will be warmly greeting you. But instead its quiet and dark. And it makes you feel a little sad and lonely but then you're filled with the warmth of the wonderful memories created in that place. Now, I'm not saying that G40 was the next coming of Rent but it was a damn fine place for us to share your journey and enjoy your gifts and talents. Well done, Scott. We all hope to be reading your work again very soon.

the chef said...

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
[Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:]
Cuckoo, cuckoo

[Children: Marta, Gretl, Brigitta: ]
Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye . . .
[Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:]
Cuckoo!
[Children:]
. . . to you

[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
[Marta:]
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight

[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
[Friedrich:]
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu

[Children:]
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
[Liesl:]
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne

[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
[Kurt:]
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
[Brigitta:]
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
[Louisa:]
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
[Gretl:]
The sun has gone to bed and so must I

[Children:]
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

[Guests:]
Goodbye!

Sean said...

Going out at the top of your game. Nicely done, sir.