swan song

i started bananaducky on the month i changed my mind and accepted the then-department chair's offer to teach at uplb. only the previous month, i was running on adrenaline and rushing blind to finish my master's thesis.

i don't remember the impetus towards starting this blog, how i decided to go with blogger, or even the blogs i read which may have inspired me to start my own. now as i type, i could only guess that, as with many things, my best friend of 27 years joffin (and it never gets old typing this) may have something to do with it. (mental note: i have to ask her when she started durgaspeak, a blog that has long been buried, along with too many unmentionables in her life. but much has changed in this decade we are about to leave behind.)

poor blogs. they bear the brunt of our too many unmentionables. it wasn't always this way for me. because i've always felt more comfortable writing with an imagined singular reader in mind (and not with legions of faceless and nameless readers), i've locked the subject matter of my posts to the everyday, just as the father who comes home at the end of the day, the mother with a cold drink in hand, asking him 'how was your day?'

remembering the ebb and flow of my blogging life, i have, more often than not, made it function as a receptacle of my vitriol. such should not be the life of a blog, but i'm afraid it has been that way. it feels good after having clicked on 'publish now' because you think you've unburdened yourself. and then you view the post in a new window - it is more of the same.

in other words, like joffin/durgaspeak, i have decided to bury bananaducky for good. there are still traces of rubber duckies in my life, bought at children's toy stores, given by friends. as sarah, my blog designer/everything, said, we have to start fresh. i agree. (i was about to launch into a story of how the new blog was conceptualized, but that should be the very first post over the other side of the fence.

it is still under construction, so i cannot give details. but trust that it has been designed with love, carefully thought of with the best of intentions and will be filled with posts dealing with a host of topics (as how it should be) with the plural readers in mind (as how it should be).

after six years, i declare bananaducky dead.