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Dust bunnies and cobwebs

Wow, has this place accumulated dust. Has it really been that long since I posted here?

I guess I can't deny it, there it is in black and white. I haven't posted since last November.

Conversely, you can see from my Twitter feed below at right that I've been posting at least a few times a week. Guess this means I can muster 140 characters easily, but not enough to post a full blog entry.

And yet this isn't true, either. I've posted content at Firedoglake's Oxdown Gazette at least a couple of times a month. But for some reason I can't seem to organize the energy to cross-post here at my own blog.

Ditto for the Facebook accounts -- plural. I exist as a pseudonym and as my real self, an account for each, and I've somehow choked out a few updates every so often at each account. (I draw the line at MySpace; you will never find me there since I'm not an entertainer.)

Perhaps it's time I looked at a tool which would allow one entry to update all my outlets. It seems kind of goofy that I'm typing so much content and yet my blog is so badly neglected.

On the other hand, it also seems like sheer craziness to hunt down, test and adopt yet another piece of technology to fix this problem. Don't even get me started on how many email accounts I have and how many clients I use to manage them -- but I touch at least 12 different applications a day to communicate with people, and it's simply getting to be too much even for a serious, die-hard geek girl like me.

If you don't see a new post here for a while, you know what I'm doing, juggling and shuffling applications. And by all means, if you can't wait, catch up with me on Twitter.

(Photo: Many handed goddess, via gak at Flickr.com)

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