3 posts tagged “blogging”
: people who actually MAINTAIN their blogs (unlike some of us-- quelle notion).
my favorite thing lately is this low impact means of catching up with long distance friends via their delightfully unique/beautiful/hilarious blogging about kids and mates and other life stuff.
Jen's BabyX2: my tiny friend not only managed to carry to term and deliver two beautiful babies but also blogs about their developmental and fashion progress in typically hilarious style.
Sarah's Quince and Quire: Sarah, a poet and book artist friend, consistently renders and reflects on her life in gorgeous, precise, and lovely patterns and hues.
Wilson's Mate Expectations: an engaging and wryly honest narrative about coming to terms with the order in which life dictates events must unfold.
morningtime again. if you've been reading this blog at all recently, you know where I am and who with.
there's a kind of emptiness in my head this morning. leftover ickiness of dreams with bad flavors. the list of things I've been meaning to do for months or weeks at least: the move announcements I had printed and then haven't had the mental wherewithal to address and get sent; the baby gifts that require the writing of an accompanying card and taping up and addressing the box and getting to the p.o.; the hand-printed card of the elephant girl I picked out for my friend mimi that needs writing... do you detect a developing theme here? sometimes I guess it just feels too overwhelming to sit and reflect and put down in ink some version of what's what-- it's so busy-shifting, so changing, trapping it inside an envelope just often feels quite artificial and beyond me. the downside being falling out of touch. I sometimes regret having gotten so goldurned electronic-- I used to write long rambly letters full of silly tangents and occasional little illustrations. I miss that. I tried to institute a letter-writing campaign on myself in the last days of iowa in order to use up my letterpressed friendship street stationary, but weeks then months passed, and I think I wrote two letters in total. so now the only thing I can use that paper for is to write to the friends who bought that house. or throw it out. and the former option precludes finding them fun cards, tho it does compel me to actually write to them on a semi-regular basis. which is good.
and then there's this medium-- where I've developed odd, if lovely, little e-friendships with people in other places-- I've tried unsuccessfully to get my more real life friends and family interested in participating. I hear from someone occasionally that they've been checking my blog-- but unless they're vox members, they can't leave comments, so for the most part I've no idea whether I'm talking into an echoing tin can. strange, disconnected way of being in the world, sort of.
those are my thoughts this morning.
waiting for the cableperson to arrive and wire me right back into that popular culture world I've fallen so far outside of. browsing friends' blogs and getting all spittle-fired antsy-pants'd up over people's easy comment criticisms. comment criticisms bug me. I mean, okay, so letters to the editor I get-- but who reeeeeaaaally needs a gadfly on a personal web site? c'mon. for real. it's PERSONAL. and also just happens to be public. yeah, yeah, okay, so that's what the comment functionality is for, the airing of just whatever response the reader has-- it's all fair. maybe it's my overblown sense of courtesy. like, you're a guest here-- get off your critical high-horse and just say thank you and maybe add some value back as a gracious gesture. but then I'm a fuckin' nicey-nicey whitebread midwesterner-- that's my particular damn problem.
like how iowans NEVER use their horns. I'm getting a tad jumpy here in the Beeg Ceety with all the honkiness. and I don't mean the get-down-white-boy variety. I guess I've grown rather driving-shy myself over the course of the last eight years living in the cornfields. last night I drove into the downtown area-- very downtown, michigan ave in the thick of magnificent mile shopper pedestriandom-- to pick up my brother-in-law in front of the drake (hilton-- who knew?) where he's staying for a business trip so we could go have a frenchy dinner together (on him! hooray for working folks whose generosity ignores the fact that I have only one mouth to feed whereas he has a passel...)-- and all the horn blaring! and taxi-zipping! and stoopit tourist driver people stopping randomly in the middle of the street-- and all the strollers with their many enormously bagged purchases-- and the tall windows of ann taylor and, crap, what all? I could barely even register it all... banana republic, gap... the flashiest bits of the world are themselves little more than a mall. and yet the gawking and speeding. whew. I must admit I was very grateful to escape it all alive and return intact to my leafy one-way street and ground-level el train protected nest.
there are so many other things I've been wanting to talk about on here... Issues. technologies. but I guess I should probably post them under appropriately titled separate posts for good citizenship points. even tho it still feels like I'm pretty much talking into an imaginary walkie-talkie of my cupped hands like a six year old kid...
and STILL the cable expertspecialistinstallerperson has not arrived. even after all that. harrumph.
