I will post the five weird or embarrassing things about me on Wednesday. First a note from our sponsor: The blogging world is amazing.
People who don’t blog, virtually everyone that I know, believed it to be some sinister cabal designed to keep me from the real world, and in a cult where I corresponded with non-functional people. How wrong they were, and most of them are beginning to learn that.
I’m constantly humbled by the talent in the blogging world: literary, politics, multi-media. It amazes me that I’m part of a revolution in communication. Once I thought that Walkman’s and PC’s were a big thing. Now I have a phone that can do almost anything, an IpodNano, a digital camera that makes me look like I can actually take pictures, and a blog named Courting.
As I was on the faux cab line on Seventh Avenue at Penn Station in the pouring rain tonight I wished so much that Courting paid the bills. Had the fantasy that Bone wished for me–his song will be coming–as I shivered and talked to the guys in front of me. People were cutting; a homeless man was hailing the cabs which are supposed to stop on line in order, though that might end at ten.
I had to take off my contacts at the train station in Long Island and didn’t have my glasses so I couldn’t navigate the streets and find a cab a few blocks up. Everything looked glossy, starry and wet. The guys and I couldn’t figure out what to tip the homeless man. One guy thought that he shouldn’t be rewarded for bad behavior; I didn’t really get that since he was the reason there was any semblance of a line, and was keeping fair order.
Most New Yorkers will stay on line; or walk a few blocks further. It’s the tourists who think that New York is an unorderly city who try to break through the lines and go ahead of everybody. Would they do that at home? No, they don’t take cabs; have cars.
We love our lines; and since life has become so much more convenient in the past decade, it’s getting harder to bitch about things. Cab lines are great for that. Especially when it’s pouring. I have a Viet Namese jacket that is almost totally waterproof; couldn’t even bitch about getting too wet. Couldn’t take the subway as I couldn’t see four feet in front of me. Darn it felt good to come home.
Yes my 600 square feet was in especially fine form tonight. When I opened the laptop I had visions of worms, spam–the canned kind supposedly beloved in Hawaii, viruses, DNA, and everything seen on any crime procedural show jumping out of the screen. Last week I was going to give up all blogging. As I usually write for Courting daily, and BIO every two weeks, and might have a post in a third blog as I did last week, obviously this would have been impossible. There’s something awesome about blogging.
I have always wanted to be an almost charter member of a revolution.
Anybody can start a blog on Blogger. It takes at the most ten minutes to set up. Posts can be as short or as long as you want. They can be all writing or they can have photo’s, video’s whatever you want. That’s the beauty of blogging. It’s basically free and free form. There is no right or wrong way to blog.
Most of us began on Blogger, found our way to BE, met people, formed blog rolls and communities. I had no idea what a blogroll, HTML, or a hyperlink was when I began. But I learned. And if I can….
We’re virtual land explorers of the space age. Businesses are beginning blogs to compete. I can pontificate on blogging for hours; and when politics is off limit that’s a good thing.
I’m trying to ban the words “religion” and “grateful” from my vocabulary as they tend to get me into trouble.
But yes, I’m grateful to all of you.