Sometimes I read ‘how to’ articles on blogging, and come away feeling like a bit of an anti-blogger, because according to those articles, I do everything wrong.
I thought about it, and I’m very fine with that.
Enter the concept of slow blogging:
I like it.
Meanwhile, I’ve been putting the ‘snail’ into ‘pace’ from the outset…
There are schoolies staying in our building. I know they're schoolies because it's late November and suddenly there was loud music playing at 2pm with an accompaniment of galloping adolescents. I think they must trot from one end of the unit to the other, and again, and again, like caged lions. There’s lots of thumping, I think they wrestle, too. But the best bit is the screaming. They're all boys, and every few hours they feel the burning need to go out on the balcony and go:
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!
I don't remember the boys screaming when I was at school? I remember them throwing tennis balls at each other and sniggering, but no screaming. It must be a Gen Y thing, they're in touch with their inner hysteria and they have coiffed hair. They've also been chucking paper aeroplanes and plastic commandos with paper parachutes off the balcony, they love it when they drift down and catch on other people's balconies. I've been enjoying the spectacle, it's nice to see them happy and drunk and free.
Even when you know it's gonna happen, payback's like being dumped by a wave. You tumble around underwater, unsure which way's up, your face grinding into the sand, lungs burning to gasp fresh air.
My average baseline these days is similar to some PWME's crashes (comparison, not competition) - I know this because I had a couple of years around the turn of the millennium with moderate functionality – my heyday! At the time I felt I was only halfway to my then-goal of full recovery, and strained desperately at the leash of fifty percent. I realise now how lucky I was to have that period of reprieve.
Even though it's sometimes a strategic choice/deal with the devil, I'm not always noble about payback. Between zero-to-five, five-to-ten, ten-to-fifteen percent - those are big functional leaps and falls. I can't wait to be able to breathe again.
My brother emailed me this animation of an Eddie Izzard routine.
(Language warning, if you have delicate ears. I don't, but some people do.)People are so clever! I wonder how long that took to make?
It’s so exciting and nerve-wracking, I won’t get a moment’s rest...barracking for Barack is too important to be done with anything less than complete and earnest focus.
A big g’day to any Americans passing by, I’m sure you know how important this election is to the rest of the world. We are on the edge of our beds here, people! Vote vote vote!
Later:
Wow. Phew. Wow!
Sent text messages to everyone shouting “YES WE CAN!” Got a few back with various versions of "Eh?"
Looking forward to meeting the First Puppy.
(But v disappointed re Proposition 8.)
I’m in the fenging frame of mind. It’s tricky to independently act on this whilst abed, so I’ve started with my www home: tidying up the blog, gradually sorting through drafts I wasn’t up to posting at the time. I weeded lots (note to self: don't type under the influence of opioids), and planted a few on the date I started the draft to approximate correct time-frame. For narrative flow, man.
If you’re subscribed to email updates you’ll possibly see a list of them with links in your inbox. I’m not sure if they’ll show up in feed readers or not.
For anyone who’s interested (not likely), I’ve temporarily tagged them, clicking on the backpost tag will bring up the list. Hoping to get all my drafts tidied up, so there’ll be more to come. Later I’ll remove the ‘backpost’ tags and this post – they’re just to aid and abet finding things in the meantime.
Shazam.
Margaret and Helen have been best friends for 60 years, and together they write a very entertaining and bolshie blog. It’s quite a hit on the interweb. I hope I’m doing the same thing in my 80s, or whatever the cultural equivalent is in 2050!
