No recent blog entry of mine has had a title, except now of course this one.

I chose to avoid titles simply to give the blog a more conversational feel.  Real-life jokes, positions or riffs aren’t necessarily sectioned off by an informative, punny title.  You hop right into them, hop right out, and get on with your day.

Some of my entries were so short and self-evident that they didn’t deserve a title, let alone need one.  It was nice to be able to get across a morsel of information, a chocolate chip of wisdom, without having to bake it into a cookie, y’know?

And, like the serial storytelling of which I’m so fond, no titles might have suggested that this information I was about to supply you with isn’t its own animal, unrelated to what had come before and would come after.  Much of it couldn’t and shouldn’t exist on its own, but rather as strands in the web that is this site.

But I’ve been reminded of a great, if not universal, artistic truth – few people care about a creative work as much as its creator.  Especially if you’re not one of the Beatles.  I can get so swept up in the subtext and context of what I’m doing that the text lies there neglected, naked and exposed, shrivelled and alone, and that’s if I ever get to writing it in the first place.

Plus, titles help search engines find blogs, so there’s that.

[NB: I've since added titles to those entries, rendering this post mostly moot.]