blog slacker

is the term my friend Pablo just lobbed into my in-box.

What's with all the from-the-archives nonsense? We demand new posts!

It felt just a tad unkind. OK, it stung acutely. Not all of us have endless reserves of energy, like my friend Pablo. Not all of us can hold down a professorship, publish, put 40 hours a week into caring for a new baby, write poems, dance salsa, save the world, and still send out christmas letters. Like my friend Pablo.

Some of us need time to stare into space, and pick our noses. Some of us need time to watch junk TV, doodle with crayons, and wonder if we'd actively dislike our overachieving friends more if we admired them less. If they didn't have the capacity to inspire us and make us laugh, even while accusing us of slacking.

I'm making a case for honorable slackerhood. Or at least I will as soon as I'm done trawling through my archives for my next recycled blog posting.