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Posts Tagged ‘Apologetic’

Here is Something to Look At

August 23, 2010

MISDIRECTION!

While you were watching that video for Cee-Lo Green’s wickedly perfect cover of Band of Horses’ “No One’s Gonna Love You,” I* was quickly throwing together these accompanying few sentences. To you they’re a hollow reminder of what once was here at Lifting Fog (dumb posts about blockbuster movies and skiing). To me? A tentative first step back into a blogging world that grows more terrifying with each newly graduated English major. Hold me, please.

*Henning, not to be confused with DJ “I actually write posts for this thing sometimes and it’s not even my name in the stupid play-on-words title” Steve
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Lifting Fog Believes in Miracles

April 23, 2010

POP QUIZ! There are so many apologies backlogged on Lifting Fog that:

a) An internal search for “sorry” now brings up as many hits as “movie review” or “Michael Cera + shoot me” (our bread and butter)
b) We’re actually forced to spend as much time writing these new apologies as we would any normal post, given the cliches we’ve accumulated in 37 previous attempts
c) Our grandmothers have told us we “ruined blugs for them. That’s what they’re called, right?”
d) WordPress has politely asked that we take the old site out back and quietly (but decisively) put an end to its misery

We’ll have to apologize for not including an e) All of the above, because they are ALL PRETTY MUCH CORRECT.

Life, right? You’ve got some creative momentum and think you’re operating at a good click — really flexing those writing muscles on important issues, like the Oscars — then BOOM! It’s a month later and you wake up in a daze wondering what hit you so hard in the face. No, that wasn’t an abusive girlfriend. It was life.

But we’re a regular Chumbawumba song here at Lifting Fog, and know that for every “get knocked down” there has to be a “get up again” rounding out the refrain. Ain’t nothin’ gonna keep us down.

…We’re maybe MORE, though, an Insane Clown Posse song called “Miracles” (which you probably saw parodied — if there’s any way to parody something already totally nuts — on SNL) that sums up in curse words and clown makeup everything our little corner of the Internet is about:

Yup, that should do it. “Magic everywhere in this bitch.” Good to be back!*

* Not a guarantee

… And, We’re Back. Really.

October 17, 2008

So this is awkward. Umm… hi? It’s been over four weeks since my last post on Lifting Fog. Before September 16th, the longest “vacation” I had taken to date was only six days. That seemed long at the time. Four weeks? That’s an eternity in this Web 2.0 era, not to mention a cardinal sin of blogging – “Thou shalt provide fresh daily content” being the seventh commandment of personal web publishing. Look it up. That I’ve broken this code, and so flagrantly, fills me with guilt… Catholic-style. Forgive me readers, for I have sinned.

It’s no special occasion today. I wasn’t undergoing radical eyebrow surgery, or doing missionary work in Zambia, or taking the LSATs. Neither vain nor noble nor smart, I just kind of ran off track. It’s hard work, blogging, and encumbered by a job job (as opposed to a “Job” or “job!”) I’ve found my creative juices running dry and my motivation lacking. After a week away from the blog, it became almost scary to return. Would I have any readers left? Would I remember how to write? I’ve been dreading this post ever since. DREADING.

Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself, My Name is H-

August 12, 2008

-enning. Barfoed Fog. You might remember me. I used to post things to this blog. A lot of it was about movies, television, or time-wasting Internet videos. Some of it chronicled my various misadventures. All of it was written with an eye toward humor, my tongue firmly in cheek. It can be difficult, then, to keep up that kind of consistent tone when you sometimes don’t feel that funny or happy.

“A man goes to the doctor. Says he’s depressed. He says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. The doctor says ‘the treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him, that should pick you up.’ The man bursts into tears. He says ‘but doctor… I am Pagliacci.'” – Watchmen

Not that I’m a) all that funny or b) all that depressed, just that from time to time I really don’t feel like myself. Or I just plain don’t like myself. I lose confidence, retreat to my room like Brian Wilson, and wind up playing Wii for what some might describe as “unhealthy amounts of time” (luckily binge-eating has yet to work its way onto the docket). When this happens, I tend to keep the experience to myself; remain in isolation until the skies have cleared. With no blog posts since last Wednesday, it will come as no surprise that this past week saw one of these self-esteem storms.

I’m realizing now, as I pick myself up, that while there’s nothing wrong with feeling blue every once in a while, it’s patently stupid to not seek out your friends when that feeling comes around. Friends are there to listen, to comfort, to remind you that life is good (it is). There is always someone there ready to help if you only seek them out. Sharing is caring. And so it goes.

Third Time’s a Charm…

May 13, 2008

1082394457_1059So far as I know, this is the third attempt at blogging I have made in as many years. There was my self-published Columbia mess, one made on Blogger, and finally – worst of all, I’d wager – a little ditty put together on Apple’s iWeb software. Shudder. I’ve been given more chances at personal expression than any young adult has a right to.

But I am trying again, and this time I swear you’ll see some effort. What’s holding me to my promise? Delusions of grandeur, of course. This blog (https://liftingfog.wordpress.com) is part of a two-pronged effort to get myself heard, to raise my voice to a volume at which hopefully someone will listen. Prong one – this blog – is the source for late-breaking Henning rants and raves. News, too, if anything actually happens to me. Prong two is a website that looks wonderful in my mind; a Twinkie bursting with creative creme. Or at least just good YouTube links. Do I have anything to say worth your time? I’d like to think so, but that’s ultimately for you to judge. All I can do is synthesize words, sentences, and paragraphs and hope they’re at least a little entertaining*.

Over time I hope to figure out some sort of angle for this blog, some unique quality that makes Lifting Fog stand out amidst the millions of other competitors. I doubt that’s coming anytime soon, though – like me, this whole thing is a work in progress.

* as my introductory post, of course, this does not need to be entertaining.