Blogger Bore

Mention of my blog last night to Frenchy-future-nobel-prize-winning friend B led to some reflection on my part of my latest blog entries. It pains me to say it, but I realized that my blog is becoming boring. Believe me, it didn't help that I came to this epiphany over an oh-so boring order of the most non-adventurous Indian dish Chicken Tikka Masala. I wasn't even in the mood for something with spice!

Is this a reflection of my life? Have I entered a new phase in Cambridge where my life has become too boring to describe, even on a weblog that hardly anyone reads!? Pretty soon will I be dressing in polo shirts and penny-loafers and watching the home shopping network?! HORROR!

Well, let's think about what used to make my blog so interesting before... I realize my witty prose has gotten less witty-- perhaps dulled by the monotony of academic writing. I have no more funny bad date stories-- especially since I've actually ended up in a serious relationship with a former victim of my many jokes (!), and no more insights into the Japanese psyche now that I am removed from the bubble of Tokyo. So tell me, what do I write about?! You definitely would not want to hear about my day sitting in front of this computer writing a presentation on how Foucault's theories of power and knowledge are applied to Western imperialism of the Orient... yet I am so out of content that I've just told you anyway.

EngRish GiRL is uninspired and on the verge of becoming (hiccup!) boring. Maybe this is my cue to switch to fiction...