Here is No Why

The majority of the morning was spent sitting at my desk thinking of a title for a new blog (don't worry just yet - I'm not sure this means Geek Monkey is going away, or that the 5 of you who follow this will have to immediately change your URL links), and Here Is No Why was the first thing that came into my head.  The fact that it wasn't available was probably for the best since it is, after all, the title to a Smashing Pumpkins song I can't for the life of me recall, and - nothing against Billy Corgan - the last thing I want is for people to come looking for news about their favorite 90s alternative glam/rock band and find themselves looking at one more weblog that will in all probability be abandoned in a few months.

So what do I do instead?  I settle on another name that most people will read and immediately connect to yet another 90s rock sensation.  Granted, one that has a lot more credibility (if that even matters) but, in the end, amounts to about the same thing.

But before talking about Stranded Below Nirvana, let's talk a little more about Here Is No Why, specifically why I thought it was a pretty cool title for a blog.

Next to "Where?" as in, "Where do you get your ideas," "Why" has to be one of the more infuriating questions people who write get asked.  It gets even worse when the person doing the asking is yourself.  In my case, it was a circuit of repetition, starting with "Why don't you write more in your blog?" to "Why do you have so many blogs?" to "Why are you even considering another blog when you're not writing in the ones you have now?"

Why why why why why...

This is meant to be a place where there is no "why", no reason other than that most infuriating of responses:



The title "Stranded Below Nirvana" conjured in my mind a hand reaching out, grasping toward nothing in a black and white desert, someone stuck but in sight of where they want to go, only with no way to get there.  It's not hopeless - being stranded isn't the same as being lost - but the three words together captured the sense of floundering I've been feeling for months.  This isn't the first time it's happened: back in 2008 when I originally left Blogger for the creamy streamlined goodness of Squarespace Geek Monkey this is what I wrote:

So why do I blog? I suppose for two reasons that work together as polar opposites: to get closer to some things, and to distance myself from others. Blogging has allowed me to examine and solidify thoughts, beliefs, and issues that have nagged me to the point of frustration. It's allowed me to track some of the most difficult and rewarding moments in my life, and at the same time give me some distance from those things that were in danger of becoming too overwhelming. It's introduced me to a host of incredible writers who in many instances turned out to be incredible people and who, although I may never meet or even really know, affected me for the better and continue to inspire me to chase, rope, and wrangle the things I'm interested in writing about.
I think every once in a while we need to answer the question of why we do this: for me there's a definite danger of running on autopilot, and simply writing to put something down was never my goal in keeping a blog.

There it is again, that nagging voice in the back of my mind always asking the same thing, "Why are you doing this?"  And maybe this constant asking of the question is getting in the way of actually writing anything of merit, anything of consequence.

So the purpose of this blog is to put aside that question.  Here is no Why.  Which of course is still me answering the Devil's question, and because doing it this way gets me a little bit further than just...