Global, local… and really local…

As a newcomer to the blogosphere, i’ve been sucked into the breach in the time-space continuum known as ‘surfing’, and cannot account for several hours each day.  I’m doing better with this, but still have to track my time carefully…

A good friend* tipped me off that there may be medical reasons to pay attention to the clock.  I encourage all of you to listen and heed.  Especially for you blogger-gents out there.

And DaddyP?  Please tell us that you don’t use a laptop….  Oh, and for the love of all that is merciful, pleeeeeeeze refrain from sending photos if you do…

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*a brilliant, clever and exquisitely funny friend who should just get on with the blogging already!  i will continue to swipe your juicy morsels** until you come out here to play…

** absolutely a euphemism….

On writing and relationships…

I don’t remember how we met, or when we discovered the uniqueness of the relationship.  It was through our common professional community, many years ago.

He has been a friend, coach and glorious mentor – personally, professionally and spiritually.  I have a “call sign” for him: yoda.

Note to yoda – yes.  lowercase “y”.  Unless and until you can draw from me the power to vaporize, or at least levitate, the bunghole hat-driver, going 50 miles per hour in the left lane of the highway, turn signal flashing since he bought the car and seat belt sparking joyfully on the pavement, it will remain lowercase “y”.

He writes.  He reads.  He observes.  Thinks deep thoughts and practices the art of reflection like a master.  He also whines a bit, and gets cranky when people don’t understand his messages. 

When discussing the act of writing, and the practice of blogging, I received the following note from him this week…

“I have always taken the position that reading (and by association writing) is the best way of interacting in that it allows you to communicate with those who want to talk with you.  You find your audience and read those people with whom you resonate. 

“Reading folks long dead is still a conversation (albeit a bit passive on their part) for me, and one I want to engage in for folks like Camus, Raymond Carver, Mencken…

“And of course the person I most like to converse with is me, so writing allows me to do that… “

Taken with this beautiful capture from penfold, on the nature of relationships that arrive via the electronic medium, it comes full circle for me – we write, read, observe, think deep thoughts. And we share them.  These relationships can ebb and flow in the manner of all relationships….

Welcome to the internet V2.0…..

Aw, shucks…

Surprised by this, but it feels good…  thanks bob for the nomination.

I’m not pimping for votes, but if you decide to do so, be sure to read this entry from Reluctant Memsahib.  Simply breathtaking…  It’ll get my top vote.

Oh, and this one from Non-Working Monkey is pretty brilliant, too.

And my third place vote?  Gotta go with FWENGEBOLA’s contraband.

I’m grateful, but feeling rather unworthy to be shortlisted in such remarkable company… there’s some good shit out there….

G-G-G-Google-eyed…

i’m a newbie out here….today is my one month anniversary.  As a result of my newbie-ness, i am still stumbling into some of the oddities of the blogosphere.

Most surprising?  the Trailer Park ‘dashboard’ lets me know what google search terms land people on this site…

In just two days, folks looking for the following were sent to The Park:

“a son wearing his mothers clothes” and “roles reversed marriage silk panties”

also “dirty panties” and “transvestite in leather”… and the oddest?  “husbands castrated wearing panties”…

Damn… that’s funny!  It sure is a big ol’ fucked up world out there, isn’t it?  Or maybe it’s just G, reaching back for me from the grave?