Combine growing a 3-year-old consulting business, being a single dad of a teen and tween, maintaining a private music performance schedule, playing organized softball and volleyball, church, a lovely and very committed girlfriend, and an inordinate amount of running to and fro in the pursuit of all these activities, and you’ll get a picture of my life.  Of course, I’m not complaining.  Somehow I managed to attend three out of the Indian’s first four home games.

It’s just that I’ve never, ever, been this busy before at any point in my life. A few months ago I was pursuing O’Reilly Media (and an independent editor) about publishing a WordPress book.  That project gave way to higher priorities as it became clear that I just can’t commit to anything *more* right now.

This confluence of busy times has also eaten my blogging, though I suspect that Twitter and Facebook may also have eroded my blogging habit.  When you’re a guy like me, you have limited time in front of the screen (even with an iPhone in your pocket).  If I tweet, I can say what I want to say with feeling obligated to be wordy or fill up a 500-word block in my WordPress template.  And often, frankly, the message is louder, clearer, and more concise when I tweet it.  Of course, my AdSense account reflects this.

I’m one of those guys who just wants to try everything (except, say, basejumping).  I look at something and say, “hey, I could do that.”  Then, when I strike out, I find even greater motivation to pursue that which I see others succeeding at.

Perhaps that’s why things have been so quiet around Signal to Noise lately.

Looking at the dormant corners of the web, one can get a nostalgic feeling, like they’ve walked through a ghost town of once-favorited sites that are no longer updated.  Like they are frozen in time, left to die in a static HTML casket in 1997 or so.  As such, I’ve striven to keep STN an active, lively blog.

It wasn’t until recently that I was able to grapple–and understand–the reasons why people abandon things about which they were once passionate.

Of course, that day hasn’t arrived… yet.

P.S. I can’t believe I’m sitting in front of my Macbook Pro when it’s 83 and sunny a mere 10 feet to my right.