I am a lifer. Can’t help it. Think I found ways to cut the obsession, see the following post.
Actually I suffered from acute anxiety/depression cycles over the past decade first caused by not being able to help my Mom, not being able to live the life I wanted to because of too many obligations, yet I wasn’t married or had kids, then by 9/11 and the personal fall out.
Moving sounded very appealing. It still is way too expensive here, and I’m allowed to talk about that because my once “too affordable” coop’s maintenance has gone up every year–and more since 9/11. Food prices are sad, and you will be sure that I will complain about the weather as I do that so well.
While I am on this truth drug called finding my old life was great and shall be again, let me say this: I am a very shy person underneath it all.
Find that I comment on blogs that comment here because I know they like me, or something. If I get up at six or seven can blog, do my book and comment. I love staying up until two–but as Zevon said, and this ain’t a great example because uh, “you can sleep when you’re dead.” His third anniversary, somewhere not here, will be September 5th–the day I must reenact how Elka, my sister met Eddie my b-i-l. You will see why.
In the cross-cross promotion department, Shayna sings without music–can never spell that “a” word properly on my musical highway project. She has a great voice, is a great person who began the best blogroll in the blogging world.
The very beloved, but sometimes I wonder why he is–just joking, maybe:) Dawg–who was my first real blogging friend is this weeks attraction in the project. Love that the project highlights another blogger each week.
The Dawg, sometimes known as Doug, highlights Shayna in his special guest Wednesday
Being a very shy person, and I can provide references, means that I don’t reach out enough. I do plug a lot, because that’s a good way of meeting new people. But I know them all. Cooper and Jason have a great new picture for bloggers for Darfur. Got the code from Cooper, and have a wonderful eternal flame. Don’t know what the solution is only that it shouldn’t be. Read hell on earth, because it is.
Will have a post on Friday on an incredible NY experience I had today.
I have a list of questions and am seriously interested in the answers.
1) How did you meet the bloggers you like the most—love my blogging friends and hope that they know it
2) Do you expect theme days in a blog?
3) Do you like the unexpected?
4) I’m not good at contests or anything clever, really. I am a good interviewer. But it takes a long time to interview people that I don’t know well. For example I could do MizB without actually interviewing her. But she is a mistress of the unexpected and I don’t cheat. Failed that part in school.
Should I do an interview a month?
5) How important are comments to you, really, in your heart of hearts?
I asked that question because comments have really never been that important to me. I have always called
lurkers readers because they are, and I respect that. Would probably be one myself if I didn’t have a blog.
For my sixth and final question:
6) Almost everybody seems to moderate comments.
6A) To the commenter, does that make you feel more involved in the blog, and want to comment more often?
6B) To the blogger: Do you enjoy it? I, who never runs out of words, can never think of clever things to say.
Okay a seventh and final question–or eighth if you’re going to count A+B. My posts tend to be long. Does that attract you? Turn you off? Are neutral?
Not that I’m planning on changing my blogging style, I’m just curious. And if I ask a lot of questions–my many job, four career lifestyle all entailed thinking up and asking questions.
When I was a child, my Dad made me ask questions all the time. When I was eight, there was one question that he couldn’t answer. I had my first crush, on anybody, on Fidel Castro. He was a hero to America then. We even gave him a parade. True in Jamaica Queens which was kind of weird, but a lot of people who worked for the UN lived in Parkway Village which was a large garden apartment complex near there.
Then one day he wasn’t. In my Dad and my private time–in the car on the way to the child psychologist, I asked him why Castro wasn’t a hero but the enemy. It literally seemed to happen overnight.
I will never forget how he played with hair, then chin, and then eyes downcast said:
“You know, Pia, I have been trying to understand that myself. Batista was a horrible dictator. Castro got rid of him. True, he’s a Communist, but maybe Communism can work somewhere.”
I couldn’t believe this. My brilliant daddy who always knew the answer, didn’t know the answer to this. I think I liked it, as he treated me as an adult but he always did. At the same time, if he didn’t know the answer who would?
My Dad had come from a Socialist family; my Mom from a Communist one. My Dad fell in love with my maternal grandmother and Communism. Then his Dad died, before I was born, and my Dad was to spend the rest of his life regretting never telling his Dad that he was right, Socialism was the answer.
Problem was he had turned into a major Capitalist, and then Reagan lover–but ideologically….He actually tried making my Aunt go to the Henry George School.
I own a copy of Progress and Poverty My Dad used to spend hours at Fourth Avenue book shops, and he gave me that book when I was young. It did have a profound influence on how I viewed the world
To try to explain his philosophy would be simplistic. His very famous granddaughter in a very different discipline–the arts–doesn’t do the greatest job, but it’s wonderful to find out how he influenced somebody who continues to influence some worlds, as does her grandfather. She also provides great links.
I say that Henry George continues to influence because there’s still a Henry George School, literally and figuratively. One year, Lucia of all people, got very excited by a brochure she received and was going to take a class.
Does she listen to me? Her best friend? That’s a matter for another time though.