This blog is missing links and more importantly pictures are not here. I need to carry my camera with me at all times and then find that darned cable that is so important for downloading. Do you want to see animal pics or bad driver photos? I'm not putting pics of me, maybe of my toes. I wrote about my feet and toes a few years ago and got some interesting hits. It does take all kinds.
My goal for next week: Pics, Pics, and more Pics! Don't worry, my feet are less admired than before and they will not be shown.
Over the past week I've been expending my literary energy in slightly different ways. First, I've been posting on another site's bulletin board - trying to gain inspiration for the DIE-IT. It's going pretty well, you need to find a category and then they get to know you and you get to know them and then you need to settle in. My niche is out there somewhere. Where is the grumpy, approaching-middle-age place?
Secondly, I've been reading, other people's blogs, published books and even newspapers. You should take a look at Plotastic; I've been doing the opposite but it's still interesting to read. I wrote a few days ago about the gray haired women. I finally got the book (Amazon's no cost delivery costs lots of time), and I'm disappointed. I feel like the author is name dropping; which is something I really, really abhor. I'm sure it's my own thing but I'm wondering if anyone else felt the same. If she's making such a personal statement of empowerment, why do I need to hear about a Genius Grant winner's opinion of said author. Of course, the author is published and I am not. Something to think about. I'll continue reading. Oh, the book is physically deformed.
I'll take a picture for you (soon). You have to see it to believe it. First the publisher let it out of China or someplace. The people at Amazon unpacked it. Then they repacked it. All of this happened with no one stopping to say, Hey is this defective? I can still read it, but it looks odd and feels odd in my hands.
Though I couldn't be at BlogHer, my heart was there. I'll be scouring the site and sites of others for info and details. For example, Beancounter learned that blogs should be, to gain and keep readership and focus, one of three genres.
Mighty and small loyal readers, sticking to one focus is not in my DNA so don't worry nothing will change here.
I am thinking of rescinding the daily post statute. You may not want to read the dictionary while "SueWorks." I actually have tons of things to say but I self-censor because politics, sex and the workplace in real terms are all verboten. If you haven't realized there is not much left after the workplace (even in unreal terms), sex and politics, except for a rant.
There are two undocumented people living in LA who recently had quadruplets after having a set of triplets about two years ago. The triplets came as the result of using illegally obtained fertility drugs (which is a whole other story.) The mother is or was nearing 40 and the father wanted to have a son before they got too old. Again, referring to a newspaper story, now there are four more mouths to feed and diapered bottoms to change. These four were not the product of drug intervention only a resistance to nauseating birth control. Haven't these people heard of condoms!?!
I could go on and on about how and why the system broke down but at the end there is a family living in similar conditions to what they faced in Mexico, according to the LA Times anyway. The article described the decisions of the mothers' siblings as related to child raising and creating a life in a foreign country. The siblings decided to think like members of the United States. They learned the language of the Constitution and raised their children, all 2.4 of them, to value education.
I hear people moaning now, the right wing Christians saying every sperm is sacred, every sperm is blessed. I hear the Minutemen loading their rifles. I hear Mahoney and the Catholic Church in LA opening its large lead doors. I hear women's rights groups, I hear the social liberals. I also hear the four new arrivals, the three toddlers and their already struggling three other brothers and sisters (oh, the father also has daughters from a previous relationships), all screaming for their denied opportunities. They will have school at taxpayers expense though it will be inadequate with 40 kids in a classroom. They will have medical care, again from the taxpayers, and it will most likely be inadequate as well. What I would like to give this family is the best sex education available to be combined with a decent K-12 education. Is this possible? I think it would cost only one US-provided Israeli bomb.
I now have a subscriber base. Yippee! I now have a subscriber base. Yikes!
My little blog will enter their email stream; it better be worthwhile, or funny, or at least slightly amusing. The pressure is overwhelming. All my creative energy has dissipated (that's a big assumption that there was any to begin with.)
I'll just take a depth breath and hope my hubby does something interesting. Well he did, sort of. Yesterday he went to the grocery store by himself to get things for dinner. While it might not be interesting to most, in this house it borders on the miraculous.