What to write?

What to write? What to "blog"? Since jumping from MySpace blogging, everything I puke out seems so didactic. And so I've deleted it all. Why would anyone want to hear what I have to say? If they would, why would they want to hear me say what they could hear on cable news over and over and over?
What do I find inspiring? Maybe that's a start.
My friend Mark has a site with pictures he takes: doors, windows, landscapes. Somehow they all speak to the massive gentrification of globalization without detracting from the pure impact of each form's lines and color.
What else? Barns weighed down by the elements. The west. Tumbleweeds. Idaho. The scary, rapid growth of Portland,OR.
The characters of my life. The women of my life. The selfish and the selfless.
American and English Lit. Society. Decorum. The Custom of the Country.
Pure Language. Deconstruction. Translation. Miscommunication. Irony.
Rothko. Kahlo. Polke. Mondrian. Warhol.
Icons: Dean, Monroe, Queen Elizabeth, Kennedy, Lennon (John); how does this happen?
That transient, slightly opaque, milky sea glass blue-green like certain trucks I suspect have specks of rust like southwest rocks: a color always almost perfect, never quite right.
That's a start.