I just want to clarify that I am only typing right now because Adria is as adept with the guilt as my Catholic Grandmother (except I don't beleive my Grandmother has ever used a computer).
I really can think of little to write about. I was going to write an entry about the Robins that are currently nesting in a small portion of fence between my house and the neighbouring one, but I'm not too interested anymore. It was all more mysterious when the nest had three beautiful light blue eggs instead of three disgusting pink fleshy breathing mounds.
Maybe that's all there is to life, alternating bouts of beauty and annoyingly noisy things that litterally look like vomit.
And with that, I beseech thee to trangle further,
Anthony
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what i've notice about blogging: way too much pressure to blog about something that might be interesting for someone to read .. personally, i enjoy the dynamic, although stilled, conversation via commenting.
luckily, i haven't felt guilty about blogging. as you can tell from my entries, i'm all over the place with the blog. i've gotten death threats because i ramble on so many different topics. a poet a few weeks ago said he was "pissed that I waste my time on your blog when there are only a few poems" and an enviornmentalist was "annoyed that the 'earth day' entry was ok, but then nothing else about recycling".
i'm kidding about the death threats .. no such passionate readers.
I've never really stuck to a topic either. I started blogging last year cause I was really depressed and depression=journals as is a well known fact... Since then I've written about a bunch of stuff. From now on I'm sure it'll be of a less personal nature.
I'm starting to enjoy the community dynamic going on around here as I discover it. Seeems like I could be spending a lot more of my time round here from now on.
si. it is cyclical
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