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.
You know, cNotes have this little box for any response you might want to write. And it's labelled "Respond to this cNote," in case you haven't noticed. Which then makes me wonder if it actually finds an anonymous sender. Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be a way to express gratitude for the thought, apart from a sort of shotgun blast in the Newsfeed, on the chance that it might reach its target.
Personally, I hope that these responses do find their way through the fog of anonymity to the sender, since they do assuage the need to express gratitude. It's probably better not to tell me, if you know that they don't. Allow me this little, satisfying illusion, at least.
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