Okay, it's back to the gold account... 5 blogs to more neatly (or at least less chaotically) subdivide my thoughts, rants, travels, and now, writers' workshop/playground. That's 4... still deciding what #5 will be. Journal? Poetry? I recommend the new one to all of you who write for fun and/or money, who want to challenge your word-skills. It is for poets and story-tellers, philosophers, and... well, what kind of writer are you? I am hoping that it will flourish and bear fruit, and that someday,... Sign in to see full entry.
It has been a long time since I cared about rankings, so this issue over determining "best bloggers' or whatever it is goes right past me. 15 letters is hardly onerous--but then, I have never been bothered by comments that were clearly not thoughtful or any kind of indication the person had actually read my piece. I don't have to thank them--though if Teddy leaves me a rose, I know it is sincere because I have been here long enough to know it's his way. Likewise several other folk prone to happy... Sign in to see full entry.
with them, than lemonade! Taken alone, they are all sourness; with sugar and water, they are a bit insipid; on chicken or fish, over spinach, in a nice Greek avgolemono soup, lemons are delicious! In pure water, they are healing; in a fruit bowl they are bright and lovely... We've got lemons, people! Celebrate! Sign in to see full entry.
The world is becoming culturally homogenized in many ways--and much of what was once distinctive about any given culture is being blurred by the lights of McDs and Coke and all the global corporations that have followed in their footprints. I agree that everyone on the planet should have access to the tools to succeed in a global economy and political/social one-world. But I believe that the push to that goal needs to be counter-balanced with a drive to preserve some of the distinctions and... Sign in to see full entry.
When I was in college, freshman year, I was already known for being a bit... odd. I read science fiction, for one thing. Another freshman who, for reasons surpassing understanding, had signed up for a sci fi literature class, just really didn't get sci fi at all, and when it came to the last book of the class, she begged me to read it and tell her what the heck it was about! She needed to know by the next day, because a paper was due, and she simply could not afford to flunk it. So I read... Sign in to see full entry.
is what has always troubled me about the Clintons: they come from a mindset of personal satisfaction, of a complacent sense of entitlement: that because they were the Golden Kids of their generation, anything they do is excuseable, is ultimately in the cause of Right. Things are said, and people have been fired, but the jury--that's us--we hear what we hear. As the saying goes, a bell cannot be unrung. When it is a member of a campaign staff that makes an outrageous remark, I always wonder who... Sign in to see full entry.
This post was inspired by Nautikos' recent post about teen boys and the sensitivities thereof... Whatever he thought about at 16, he found it a lot safer to play with monsters than girls... And yet... If he is a geek, he is the geek to be! When he finally did choose to ask a girl out, he chose one he was actually interested in personally--which is to say, as a person. He was 20, I think... maybe 21. I asked him how he decided she was someone he wanted to get closer with, and he thought about it... Sign in to see full entry.
BITTER GRAPES Wine was once upon a time divine but now, somehow, the elegance is soured as it's taken and devoured what I knew of you and thought was fine. You sleep it off, unconscious that the sabotage is done, today, tonight are gone, tomorrow spoken for with stumbling tongue and eyes that will not wake to see the morning sun and all its brightness shines upon. And do you miss me, in your sleep? Or miss the time together when we keep each other warm and close-- the time we shelter here... Sign in to see full entry.
...is an old tradition that comes out of Ireland. The wandering minstrel was a welcome guest who came into a house and sang for his supper, made himself useful, and stayed a while. Sometimes too long a while. After all, shelter and meals are not to be let go of lightly! Well, one cannot just hurl a troubador out into the weather. Not without repercussions: and do you want your name and your life to be the topic of such a one's next song, to be shared about the countryside? Especially with him... Sign in to see full entry.
Life has been complicated lately, and I have not been paying much attention to the world outside this little corner of it... Just becoming aware of the devastating storms in the South-- I hope all our Blogit friends will check in when they can, and let us know how they are. Sign in to see full entry.