Moving Day -- PLEASE NOTE!
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If You Can Keep Your Head
Monday, January 14, 2008
. . . . when all about you are losing theirs . . . . .
Now there's a thought.
I've been watching various blogospheric conniptions lately, and I've found that I have hit one of those "blogging walls" that I stumble into from time to time.
I'm sure you know the feeling -- "Does any of this really matter?"
In the past few days, I've found that I'm more interested in what's happening in my real life than what's happening on my computer screen. I don't think that's a "good thing" or a "bad thing" -- I'm just noticing the cycles -- as this seems to come and go for me.
Of course, I think the recent alternating ball-cutting and pettitude of political candidates (did I really just say "recent"?) has put me off my internet feed a bit -- truth be known, I want to dope-slap the lot of them and say: "Hey! You claim to want to be elected supreme leader for an entire nation! Stop acting the Fool!!!!!"
Recently, I've noticed that I've been weighing my comments on threads with more careful consideration before hitting "publish"-- perhaps in response to what I perceive as a rash of hasty, ill-considered statements from people who I think should know better (*ahem* Democratic candidates). I'm wanting to be more thoughtful about what I pour into the stream of ones and zeros, 'cause it sure looks like there's already a surfeit of bile flowing.
I want the internet to inform me, and to provide me with an avenue to, hopefully, inform others -- and perhaps more importantly, to create a space for dialogue and connection. I don't want it to become a kiddy-pool full of poop.
I say all that in full knowledge that I've posted my share of rants, reamed my portion of troll-ass, and spouted off when it might have been better for me to keep my peace.
I'd name some of the threads that have given me digital indigestion, but I think that would just be adding poop to the pool.
As interesting as it can be to get all righteous-wrathy, it's actually pretty exhausting after a bit.
So today, I'm concentrating on "keeping my head" -- contributing my energy to the wild, wooly world of the internets tube in ways that are additive and expansive. It's challenging for me sometimes, but I believe that it can be done.
Since I'm having a blogging dry spell, I'd truly appreciate some suggestions from readers to help get me in gear again -- Any topics you'd like to hear my thoughts on? Anything you're dying to know about me? Any dangly bits I've left from other posts that are driving you crazy?
Just let me know -- I'll be over here, keeping my head.
Posted byPortlyDyke at 10:31 PM
Labels: Blogging, Poo in the Kiddie Pool, Truth
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FWIW, the connection thing is muy strong.
I mean, how else would I, a semi-hermit in NC, be friends with a Portly Dyke in the Pacific NW, a quilter in Costa Rica, a boulderer in MA, and a... konagod... in TX (just to name a few).
(yes, pido, I left you out on purpose ;) )
I know I'm better for knowing all of you!
As far as topics?
You could blog about any awesome semi-hermits you might know. 8)
It is great that we come together virtually. My husband is one of the few heterosexual males participating in the virtual "Beauty and the Beast" Winterfest chat this week. I laugh at him because, well, that show was, um, feeble, although I did see an episode in the second season ("Dead of Winter," with Winterfest) and immediately thought he'd love it. We had been married about three years. We're coming up on 22 in May.
I think what he loves about it, besides the man crush on Vincent is the community of those people who live under New York City--poor but rich in love and culture--very hippie, I suppose. And now he's a part of that virtually. But I still make fun of the show itself.
I'd love to read more about your marriage. I remember you posted about it at Melissa's place, including that awesome wedding pic, but don't remember anything here. How long have you been married?
The presidential race and the pResident's Mid East trip are both infuriating and depressing. You and Phydeaux live such interesting lives, it might be a nice break to read more about that.
Peace,
Joan Rooch (Mrs. Tim)
Hmmm. Blogging a bit about my marriage -- now if there's one true hopeful thing I could blog about ad nauseum, it would be my wife. Prepare to see me wax rhapsodic!
Oh, do. I don't believe Tolstoy for one minute. We get so much shite from popular culture about how difficult relationships are, it will be a blessed relief to read about a good one.
Peace,
Joan Rooch