Peter Krupa

I’m not sure what it was that made blogging in New York City so much easier. Perhaps my state of semi-employment. More than that, there’s the problem of topic. From New York City, you can post about all kinds of things in the universe because you are at the center of it (anyway, that’s what they told me).

From Costa Rica, however, people post about idiotic things, like how wonderful and kind are the Ticos in this cute little paradise of a palm-tree sprinkled wonderland, or, alternately, how they were violently assaulted/cheated/covered in black soot from a 40-year-old school bus on the Paseo Colon.

Is this making any sense? No, of course not, because you’re not here, you’ve never been here, and you probably think Costa Rica is an island. So how could I blog about fun stuff like free trade agreements and roads with potholes the size of a Hyundai when most of you still think I’m in San Juan?

Aside from the lack of interest/knowledge on the part of my audience (audience?), writing almost anything about Costa Rica would be a violation of the first rule of blogging: Don’t post about work. Since I’m a reporter on the politics/real estate/business/tourism/China/economy/trade beat, that pretty much means I can’t post about anything interesting that happens in this country because of all that “objectivity” nonsense impressed upon those of my profession.

I am, therefore, frozen in the headlights of my own destiny, loathe to post about the whimsical thing that happened to me on the way to work, yet grown weary of throwing up the perfunctory link to the New York Times with a line or two of sarcastic analysis.

Here we approach a crisis. A crisis of purpose. But I will figure something out.