Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
In the USA political scene there is a tendency to focus on what doesn't matter. I really don't care about hair-don'ts and what a family member three times removed did or didn't do in 1992.
Same as pop music, sir… usually written in the first person to an imaginary “you…” in my childhood and my early years of learning to appreciate music, I applied all the “yous” to myself
My father, a history professor used to say a board of regents could spend $10 million on a building in a matter of minutes with no real discussion. If you wanted to tie them up all day just ask if they wanted bar or liquid soap in the bathrooms. So yes, I think you may be on to something!
Beholden: going to the core of life's musings. Not a question I ever contemplated and I ask, why? Or Why not get stuck in the second web, unless that is physically impossible unless the first spider is washed there by rain being already stuck on its own web. Call me in the morning and I may have a more contemplative answer.
Yesterday I realised that, apart from my music posts, I only post about old age these days. Obviously, this is a result of my having reached an age that even I consider old but I suppose I ought to strive to extend my outlook beyond the narrow confines of my own experience, if only to keep the young and middle aged entertained.
The problem then becomes that I have pontificated often enough in the past on those more youthful ages of man and I really don't want to repeat myself. Even that is presuming that you were listening at the time, which is surely an almost life-threatening presumption, if you ask me.
So I am left with the proposition that I should write about what interests me now, rather than set myself up as some sort of archaeologist of ancient pre-history. And what interests me at present is this phenomenon of ageing. It seems I might as well get on with it.
All of which turns out to be a long-winded way of saying that I post about old age and, if you don't like it, why are you reading it?
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