An Overview and An Explanation For Radio Silence

The DCL Westbound Transatlantic Cruise

At least once a year I try and take mom on an adventure. I’ve done pretty well this year, with a number of trips around the globe as I’ve been running from place to place on my marathon hamster wheel. But this year we also did our traditional voyage on the sea, a long cruise on Disney Cruise Line… and because a lack of running makes Kevin the grumpiest of grumps, I tacked on a self-planned shipboard marathon for good measure.

At the same time though I decided to take a break from a daily RKR.com blog post; rest assured I did run every day and have repeatedly thought and pondered the mysteries of the universe. But I thought perhaps much like a race aboard a cruise ship offered a different take on what I’ve been doing, a change up in writing and routine might reinvigorate or at least reimagine a few future posts.

I’ve been clearing out old boxes from my school days, from collegiate back through elementary. Some of the earliest Kevin S. Hanna writings are embarrassingly incomprehensible and impregnable, a byproduct of some new-think teaching that said it would stifle children’s imagination to have them “spell correctly” or worry about things like Aristotle’s Poetics when composing tales and writing prose or essays. What a disaster when one considers the results – words so misspelled and thoughts so vague and underdeveloped in the mad dash to generate material that meaning is lost to quantity. Maybe that’s the way of the world now – that volume trumps insight or style.

Nowadays as I’m flipping through the construction paper covered “reports” on socks, computer life in the future, and a subpar parody of Miami Vice starring rodents entitled Miami Mice, I can’t help but wish the teachers of yore and the citizens of today demanded at least the barest of spell checks and proofreading passes. Hypocritical I know when one considers the blog posts I’ve put out in the past year that have been riddled with errors, omissions, and vagueities.

Still, I hoped a brief respite from daily wordage on RunKevinRun.com might offer a chance to reflect upon where I’ve been and what I’ve done. I didn’t want to scribble too many thoughts down on this hiatus, but I should note for my three readers or so there is a recap en masse forthcoming. Hopefully the personal, internal process of the past two weeks or so will yield a better output going forward.

At the very least during this hiatus, I had a chance to dress like a pirate and sport a $6 parrot I bought off of Amazon two days before sailing. We named him Harold.

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