Long-time followers will note that I haven't been updating my Scaffold of a Person lately. I started Scaffold of a person about a month after starting this blog, as a way to introduce my various loved ones to each other and give me the opportunity to honor them publicly. The idea came about after I spent an afternoon with a new friend and I was too sick to come up with a respectable conversation topic based on the few details I knew about his life. I called these few details his scaffold. I then got to thinking about the scaffolds I'd build for everyone else in my life and decided to post them on the blog periodically.
I set up a spot on the blog and wrote a few sentences about someone that was on my mind at the time. I decided not to make it a page on the blog that would have permanent memory, but rather a temporary gadget in which an individual's scaffold would hold brief literary form before disappearing forever. I thought that this model was true to the very definition of a scaffold, and how it changes with time. It was a lot of fun for me, and many of the folks I scaffolded were tickled about it.
However, this rather bohemian model for lack of scaffold retention is not without consequence. Considering that one of the side effects of cancer treatment is temporary impairment of brain function, it is not surprising that I have no idea who have I and have not scaffolded.
My solution is to discontinue the Scaffold of a Person. This is because I don't want to twice scaffold a friend I haven't seen in 10 years if I failed to scaffold my mother, for example. Although I've forgotten just about anything that happened between Oct. 2010 and June 2011 (turns out that's not such a bad thing), I'm sure each of you are very clear whether or not you were appropriately scaffolded.
I just can't in good conscious continue scaffolding. I want to be an equal opportunity blogger. I suppose I could accept nominations for an individual to scaffold, but only if you are sure that I didn't scaffold them previously.
My apologies to those of you who will miss Scaffold of a Person, and to those of you I should have scaffolded. I blame my poor record-keeping, and, that's right, cancer.