You know how life can be humming along splendidly… busily… ok, to be honest here, Frantically, and you suddenly realize you haven’t posted a blog entry in quite a while? Yup, me too.
When I first got into blogging many years ago I had been, for some time, a regular reader of many blogs. Something I found to be true for most every blog was the presence of intermittent periods of silence. You don’t notice it so much, especially if you’re reading ‘back issues’, until you get to that ubiquitous apology post. You know the one I mean. It’s usually titled something like “Long Time Since Posting” or “Re-Entering the Blogosphere.” I hate those things! Certainly, I’m guilty of these kinds of posts as well and when you read the Dummies’ or Idiots’ (or some other word from the self-deprecator’s list of common ways to minimize your own brain) Guide to Blogging you discover the worst, most cardinal of sins you can do when blogging is to not post on a regular basis. I’m wondering if this might be the source of all the bowing and scraping and “mea maxima culpa”s we blogauthors do. Perhaps it is also sprinkled with the tiniest bit of hope that somewhere… out there in the vast and endless chasm that is the INTERNET teeming with up to the minute news on Lindsay Lohan and the Kardashians, wikis on everything you could dream of, porn, questionable news stories that sound like they are from The Onion but aren’t, youtube, literally countless things on which to spend your money via paypal, Amazon (mordor!), tons of things you wish you could unsee and unknow, and lost emails dancing around with all those socks missing in the wash over the years… somewhere out there in all of that soupy mess may be someone who missed our tiny digital life while we didn’t post for a few days. Or decades.
Well, I’m just not going to do it. Not this time. I’m not going to apologize to you, dear reader (if you are indeed out there) because I think most likely it doesn’t matter so much and it is a little bit like callers to the Diane Rhem Show on NPR where every single caller feels compelled to tell Diane how much they love her and religiously listen to her show and how many times they miss the stoplight turning green because they were so wrapped up in her discussion. I imagine she is thinking, as she graciously thanks the two millionth caller for their kind words, “Great, now can we get on with it.”
Yes, Diane, let’s get on with it.
Recently I spent four lovely days in Savanna, GA at a fantastic bed and breakfast. I love Savanah and walked all over its not-yet-too-hot streets. Photos to follow at some point. Also a fantastic spa day as well. No photos to follow of that.
I am on a diet, have lost 7 pounds and feel really good. No fast food in 26 days and I’m confident that alone has reduced my cholesterol by at least 2,000 points. I plan to write more on this and the connection between diet and body image.
Just finished reading (and listening on audio book while running up and down the highway non stop for work stuff) to How To Be A Woman by Caitlin Moran. I love her. Truly. And here’s why:
1. She makes lists. A lot of them. And I LOVE lists!
2. She’s British and sounds really cool. Not the posh accent that we Americans think automatically makes them smarter than us, like Hugh Grant or the Queen. No, it’s the cooler kind of sound like some rock & roll star and we think, “If I were British, I’d sound like that and I’d be COOL!”
3. She is a feminist. A strident feminist in fact and does a pretty good reflection on feminism.
4. She’s the kind of feminist I feel I could really talk to and possibly disagree with. Frankly, I’d be afraid to disagree with Germaine Greer or bell hooks or those like them because they are smarter than me in some sort of wholly undefinable way that makes me think I have to just take it all and say Thank You. But Caitlin….she’s still clearly smart but, perhaps because she’s from my own generation, I think I’m just fine disagreeing or agreeing with her. I don’t feel that I’d be disrespecting the great matriarchs of feminism if I said, “yeah Caitlin, I just don’t know about all that.” She’d probably take a drag off her cigarette and say, “Well then, crack on with it!”
5. She has messy hair. I have messy hair, too. Not quite in the same way of course, but maybe it’s not the end of the world to have messy hair.
6. There’s more but I’m tired of listing so I’m going to stop now. Because I can. And I have more to say on it all as well but I’m going to stop now for the same reason.
So, that’s the end of what I’ve been doing lately. Not entirely but it’s a fair summation of the highlights.
Oh and by the way, I really am kinda sorry I haven’t posted lately. I’ll work on it 😉