Not much to say I guess.
No reason to post for possible future reading by persons known or unknown.
Imagined time limitations or priorities put blogging far down the list of probable activities.
No focus,
No point,
No desire to be heard,

Rather more motivated to avoid self-examination
to avoid futile effort at vague attention-seeking
to avoid being commonplace.
to avoid explanation.
And the tangible experience of all this is keyboarding, screen-staring, sitting with bad posture, spending my free time as if at work.

Worst of all having to think of something in this uncomfortable situation. Classic writers block, blogger's block, made more uncomfortable by the bad ergonomics.

I imagine that I like this medium.

So far this post reminds me somewhat of Phil Sudo's (book) Zen Computer, in which he examines playfully but with focus and concentration the trivial facets of the computer, such as individual keys and the symbols on them in preparation to use the computer for something.

My intent is to not do anything, but to fail at it slightly, causing some introspective expressions to seep through.
A failed attempt at not-blogging, toward the larger goal not-blogging, which I was doing well at until I started this post.
Also not-zen, I hasten to emphasize.

Now that I see ideas starting to appear I have to suppress them, and the cycle of suffering continues.

I must be idealizing zen practitioners, because I don't know any, but imagine that as with (also idealized) artists practice consists of the ever-confounding experience of falling short of perfect.

I can think of lots of aphorisms now, some yoda-like, some management-poster like. None to be mentioned here unless by accident.

The title of this post is 'why not-blog'