June 06, 2009
Hmmmmm
Law School Reunion weekend
June 05, 2009
Infected Eye Wants Out
Am I Too Old to Blog?!
Maybe I never really act my age? At work people tell me I act "so mature." At home I cut out paper shapes and glue them to canvas like a 5 year-old.
But am I too old to blog?
Should I really be announcing to all of cyberspace that I eat cake at 3 AM, didn't return a library book, got about half drunk on a Tuesday night?
We had dinner with another couple this evening. They're a great couple. We all like one another and the conversation is always lively. Our careers and interests are different enough that there is always something to talk about. And we're all a little nerdy so we laugh at the same stupid stuff.
C and I are about 2 years apart in age. The other couple, has a greater age difference. He is the youngest of the bunch a year behind me. She is the oldest about 3 years older than C.
We met at The Red Star at 8. They had already ordered an appetizer and a bottle of really nice red wine. Dinner was excellent. . .And at some point after a dessert where no one has ordered a coffee, there comes that slightly awkward moment when the group "feels out" one another to see if a third bottle of wine is in order. It was. And that's when my blogging doubt started creeping in. . .
Male Companion says that his 80 year old neighbor asked him what Twitter was the other day and he said he heard about it on the radio but couldn't explain much more to her as he doesn't Twitter or Tweet and he can't stand text messaging or cell phones at all really.
Female Companion chimes in "If I get one more invite to facebook, I could go nuts. I don't understand, if you're my friend call me or send me a card."
Male Companion: "I don't understand why someone would think they are so important that they would want to keep a blog about what they are doing every single moment?"
Female Companion: "Everyone these days thinks they are some kind of wonderful writer or poet. Hello? You got a C in English - you were an average writer and you still are!"
C & d remain alternately silent and laughing with them knowing of d's "dirty" blogging and crackberry habits. As well as her love of creating anything. . .Including Chaos.
C squirms almost imperceptibly no doubt wondering if d will speak up and come to the defense of bloggers, writers, and Blackberry addicts everywhere. . .
Conversation continues. It's amusing and light hearted mostly.
d finally speaks and gets in a zinger earning big laughs, "I'll be honest, I really don't like people all that much."
(A half-truth because while I might not necessarily like too many people too much I do find them all positively fascinating)
d finds the wine and secret blogging habit is making her blush and perhaps sweat. C signals relief that d hasn't chosen to call lovely couple to task regarding the conversation.
The conversation moves on to Gens X & Y, the Trophy Generation, and Helicopter Parents. WHEW!!!!
But am I too old to blog? Is it something that only younger folks should be doing? And am I blogging because I'm still mortifyingly self centered and truly do think this content is so magnificent and brilliant everyone should want to read it?
I've come to the conclusion no. I'm doing this because I enjoy it and I believe there are folks that might also enjoy some aspects of it. That's all. There's nothing else much to say about that. . .
In terms of wanting to be a writer? I'd love to be a writer. I'd also love to be a princess/astronaut/ballerina/supreme court judge. Do I think I have the talent to do any of these things? Maybe not professionally. I do firmly believe most people have the capacity to be proficient in whatever they decide to do so long as they set goals and work hard.
Perhaps what we're seeing with the proliferation of blogs and Facebook and Twitter and the like is an extension of reality TV and tabloids. People are far more willing to share themselves - good bad and ugly - because society has become more accepting of it. Perhaps people feel compelled to do these things no only because it's become acceptable but also because it's fun and in some small way it allows you to connect with others in a relatively non-committal (anonymous even) way.
For me I think it goes a little deeper - or at least I was aspiring to that when I started this. It's about, as Jon Katz would say, sending my signal. It's about sharing just to share. My intent is to have a place where I have my ideas and welcome others. It's also about believing in my arts and crafts, my writing, my humor, myself - believing that they are worthy of others time and opinion - worthy of sharing.
C sleepily coming to the basement to call all the pets to bed:
C: "What are you doing?"
d: "Blogging about blogging."
C: "I like your blog because then I know what's going on in my life."
Send your signal, believe in yourself. You should never out-grow that!
But am I too old to blog?
Should I really be announcing to all of cyberspace that I eat cake at 3 AM, didn't return a library book, got about half drunk on a Tuesday night?
We had dinner with another couple this evening. They're a great couple. We all like one another and the conversation is always lively. Our careers and interests are different enough that there is always something to talk about. And we're all a little nerdy so we laugh at the same stupid stuff.
C and I are about 2 years apart in age. The other couple, has a greater age difference. He is the youngest of the bunch a year behind me. She is the oldest about 3 years older than C.
We met at The Red Star at 8. They had already ordered an appetizer and a bottle of really nice red wine. Dinner was excellent. . .And at some point after a dessert where no one has ordered a coffee, there comes that slightly awkward moment when the group "feels out" one another to see if a third bottle of wine is in order. It was. And that's when my blogging doubt started creeping in. . .
Male Companion says that his 80 year old neighbor asked him what Twitter was the other day and he said he heard about it on the radio but couldn't explain much more to her as he doesn't Twitter or Tweet and he can't stand text messaging or cell phones at all really.
Female Companion chimes in "If I get one more invite to facebook, I could go nuts. I don't understand, if you're my friend call me or send me a card."
Male Companion: "I don't understand why someone would think they are so important that they would want to keep a blog about what they are doing every single moment?"
Female Companion: "Everyone these days thinks they are some kind of wonderful writer or poet. Hello? You got a C in English - you were an average writer and you still are!"
C & d remain alternately silent and laughing with them knowing of d's "dirty" blogging and crackberry habits. As well as her love of creating anything. . .Including Chaos.
C squirms almost imperceptibly no doubt wondering if d will speak up and come to the defense of bloggers, writers, and Blackberry addicts everywhere. . .
Conversation continues. It's amusing and light hearted mostly.
d finally speaks and gets in a zinger earning big laughs, "I'll be honest, I really don't like people all that much."
(A half-truth because while I might not necessarily like too many people too much I do find them all positively fascinating)
d finds the wine and secret blogging habit is making her blush and perhaps sweat. C signals relief that d hasn't chosen to call lovely couple to task regarding the conversation.
The conversation moves on to Gens X & Y, the Trophy Generation, and Helicopter Parents. WHEW!!!!
But am I too old to blog? Is it something that only younger folks should be doing? And am I blogging because I'm still mortifyingly self centered and truly do think this content is so magnificent and brilliant everyone should want to read it?
I've come to the conclusion no. I'm doing this because I enjoy it and I believe there are folks that might also enjoy some aspects of it. That's all. There's nothing else much to say about that. . .
In terms of wanting to be a writer? I'd love to be a writer. I'd also love to be a princess/astronaut/ballerina/supreme court judge. Do I think I have the talent to do any of these things? Maybe not professionally. I do firmly believe most people have the capacity to be proficient in whatever they decide to do so long as they set goals and work hard.
Perhaps what we're seeing with the proliferation of blogs and Facebook and Twitter and the like is an extension of reality TV and tabloids. People are far more willing to share themselves - good bad and ugly - because society has become more accepting of it. Perhaps people feel compelled to do these things no only because it's become acceptable but also because it's fun and in some small way it allows you to connect with others in a relatively non-committal (anonymous even) way.
For me I think it goes a little deeper - or at least I was aspiring to that when I started this. It's about, as Jon Katz would say, sending my signal. It's about sharing just to share. My intent is to have a place where I have my ideas and welcome others. It's also about believing in my arts and crafts, my writing, my humor, myself - believing that they are worthy of others time and opinion - worthy of sharing.
C sleepily coming to the basement to call all the pets to bed:
C: "What are you doing?"
d: "Blogging about blogging."
C: "I like your blog because then I know what's going on in my life."
Send your signal, believe in yourself. You should never out-grow that!
June 04, 2009
D's week of Sloth and Gluttoney
I could list all the deplorable things I've done so far this week but that sort of self-actualization has not really been a cornerstone in my denial driven life style.
Suffice it to say, if someone offered dessert I accepted.
If beer battered onion rings were on the menu, I ordered them.
If my Mother in Law made me a from-scratch birthday cake that could feed 12 people, I was eating it at 3:30 AM straight out of a dead sleep on a Tuesday night. (Not the whole thing - I had a slice. . .a generous slice. . .)
It's been a GREAT week!!!! And why are my pants so effing snug and uncomfortable?! Went TOTALLY off the Weight Watcher's wagon.
No worries, it wasn't that hard of a fall. . .I've only been half on for a couple of weeks. As I've said before, this is a marathon and sometimes you just hit a wall. This particular wall happened to be covered in chocolate frosting.
Love you MIL but NEVER NEVER NEVER bake me a full cake again unless the entire fam is there to enjoy. Please just send diet pills, Botox, and rum!
Oh hell, why save that just for my birthday? Send that stuff anytime! hahahaha!!
Suffice it to say, if someone offered dessert I accepted.
If beer battered onion rings were on the menu, I ordered them.
If my Mother in Law made me a from-scratch birthday cake that could feed 12 people, I was eating it at 3:30 AM straight out of a dead sleep on a Tuesday night. (Not the whole thing - I had a slice. . .a generous slice. . .)
It's been a GREAT week!!!! And why are my pants so effing snug and uncomfortable?! Went TOTALLY off the Weight Watcher's wagon.
No worries, it wasn't that hard of a fall. . .I've only been half on for a couple of weeks. As I've said before, this is a marathon and sometimes you just hit a wall. This particular wall happened to be covered in chocolate frosting.
Love you MIL but NEVER NEVER NEVER bake me a full cake again unless the entire fam is there to enjoy. Please just send diet pills, Botox, and rum!
Oh hell, why save that just for my birthday? Send that stuff anytime! hahahaha!!
June 02, 2009
d"s Birthday Pic #17 - C
C takes it all in. As he stands, to his right is the main channel of the Patapsco - headed straight into Baltimore Ports. At about a 45 degree angle across from his sight line is the former Bethlehem Steel Operation - which is actually really interesting to look at and admire - from a distance.d's Birthday Pic #10
Why is this such a wash-out? It's lovely in some respects but clearly if I were more skilled with the camera the colors would be more vibrant. I was going for vibrant here. I need to be schooled in aperture and so forth. I've been saying this for almost a month since I've gotten this camera. I need to wander around for a while learning. Who has time? If it's important, you make time. For anything. Without question. That's something I've discovered after 33 years. The flip side is, if you don't make time for it, that time will be spent doing something else. I don't want to go all Franklin Covey bullshit crazy (hate those stupid planners) but the premise is valid. Plan well.
d's Birthday Pic #11
Maryland Yacht Club. This location has quite a history as a holiday spot for the well to do from Baltimore. Now it's a beautiful laid back spot for the well to do and the never do wells! :) Met a couple that are practically our neighbors in Canton who rented a sailboat for the weekend. I'll admit it. . .I only started speaking with them because they had an 8 mo. old Boxer puppy Madison who is still earning her sea-legs. Can I remember their names? Sadly no. Do I know where to find them? Yes. And I'm tracking them down so I can learn how we can rent sailboats just blocks from our house!!!! (The Downtown Sailing Club). Plus our lab mixes can teach Maddy how to swim. I think it's a fair trade, no?May 31, 2009
May 30, 2009
Semi Abstract Zebra
I should mention it's not completed. Maybe when I get home from dinner. I dislike being interrupted while working but am def looking forward to dinner with family. It will also force me outside on a beautiful day.
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Saturday's Foolishness
Obama Lava Lamp
Edison's Collar
Busy day planned. House and yard work, errands, dinner with Dad tonight and hopefully some work on mixed media wall art.
Finished "The Memory Keeper's Daughter" last evening. The book is extremely powerful and almost mesmerizing. The depth and voice of the characters is amazing. The writing is lovely. A touching and compelling beach read.
I see Sarah Richardson is on FLN currently. You know I'll get sucked in. She's my most fav TV interior designer.
Flowers for Your Birthday
Edison Clearly Feels Better
May 28, 2009
C made himself dinner
May 27, 2009
Allister Keeps Me Company While I Paint
He even resisted C's call to snuggle about 20 minutes ago. What could that possibly mean? He never turns down snuggle time and undivided attention.
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