Lesson for this month – you never know where a path is leading when you start down it.
When I first embarked on my blogging adventure I thought it was about expressing myself and possibly, although very remotely, creating some income. Little did I know it was actually about learning some new skills so that I could help some people out.
In starting my own blogs I went through and learned the ins and outs of writing a blog post – not that I’m expert at it. How to tag posts. How doing certain things might yield higher results in the search engine rankings. How to work the backend of WordPress to get things to look how I wanted them. How to use social media to get the word out. How to do all this stuff that I’m doing right this moment.
Mind you I’m no extreme techie. I can look at code and not mentally seize up, although no bets I can do anything with the code. I almost always use the visual editor here. I think once I had a picture problem and actually fixed it in the html editor. That was a personal triumph for me.
Back to the point. Today I set up a blog for a friend to help get traffic to her eCommerce site and hopefully get more orders for her. Her shop is her main source of income and although she manages to get around online pretty well, she appears to be at her limit for new technology stuff. It happens.
At this point my blogs aren’t exactly resounding successes. I have a few followers. When I post – it seems to be less and less frequently through the summer – people do read what I write. A few will even leave comments that I am so grateful for. I have no aspirations of being Freshly Pressed or, well any critical acclaim.
I got a huge ‘Thank You’ and an even bigger warmfuzzyfeeling for being able to do something for someone that will help them on their way. Both way, way better than any other recognition I could possibly receive for what I’ve written.
All through what I have learned blogging.
I realized today I have room for personal growth. Somedays my ego doesn’t really allow room for that possibility, but today somehow it occurred to me that it could happen. As much as this may come as a shock to those of you who are in awe of my near Mary Poppins-esque perfection. Maybe it is the Vanilla Vodka combined with OJ (delish by the way) kicking my ass and I’m just delusional…
Anyhow, I’ve been reflecting on a lunch meeting from, well lunchtime, today. A meeting that took about a half an hour longer than needed. Clocking in at and hour and half the meeting was definitely an hour longer than it should have been. Once all was said and done I think the whole point of of it was just to have a meeting to be able to say we had a meeting.
What I have realized is that if a topic takes more than ten minutes to work through the decision making process, I’m done.
I really don’t remember much of what was talked about. Other people are working on their pieces of the project. I’m in limbo until I get the go ahead for my piece of the puzzle. When I started a dialogue about the stumbling point to get the go ahead for my piece of the puzzle, is where I really figured out that I’m a perpetual five year old.
It went something like this…
“So, I just need the go ahead on the name and I can get the web site started,” was my simple request.
That spawned an extra fifteen minute conversation. In which all the names that had been getting tossed around before were suddenly not good enough. Which wouldn’t be a problem if the new suggestions were worth a damn. Or available. Then there was a side conversation on something completely unrelated – other than it was about another website and a link… I was in need of logic and flow, a la the flowchart above. BTW – it is probably necessary to click on that baby to get a non-blurry version. Go ahead, you know you want to. I’ll wait here.
And we finally got back on topic after I got home and shot an e-mail out to everyone. Outlining the why’s and wherefore’s and the possible options open to us. You know, what we are trying to accomplish, what options we have, what the criteria are for choosing. I outlined these all in a not completely short e-mail because it seemed not everyone was on the same page, and I want to be able to move along?
It is a group project and I don’t want it to bounce back on me that I picked the name or some such. Or got heavy handed. Or wasn’t a team player.
After the e-mail I got one definitive, yes let’s go for option C (although option B would be ok too). Another was wishy-washy option B or C, but won’t object to anything that sucks or doesn’t (options A-Z, other than those already covered). Waiting on one other person to give feedback.
When it’s all said and done, I think it will be either the first or second of the choices we have been talking about for this since January. Hmmm. Tell me again why group projects are necessary?
So, in addition to working on my attention span. And maybe not being completely ego-centric. I get to work on patience too. Possibly people skills need to move up my list. Nah. Where’s that vodka gone to anyhow…
Does anyone else have a hierarchy when it comes to the order in which you will eat Animal Cookies?
Each handful I pull out – wait, I’m not supposed to eat them by the handful? Well, that could be part of the problem then.
Back to the issue at hand, ahem. Each bunch that I grab out of the box of KinniKritters Animal Cookies must be inspected for damage. The damaged (lame, broken, pieces) ones are consumed first. Then the whole cookies must be sorted by priority. Camels are eaten first. Then buffalo. Next is elephants. Don’t ask me why – it just is how it is.
Then the pigs. After that it’s the goats. For a while I thought the goats were rams and ate them last. Then I looked at them closely and realized I had been tricked into prolonging their goatly cookie lives. No longer.
The final cookies to be eaten are the horses. Of course. How could it be any other way?
If I did this to the whole box at one time, then I would believe I had a serious problem. This is just a quirk.
First of all, this is all gigoid’s fault. If he wouldn’t have used a few quotes from Lazarus Long in his Pearling today, then I wouldn’t have rummaged through my bookshelf to find and read “The Notebooks of Lazarus Long” by Robert A. Heinlein.
There is some truly brilliant stuff in there. Here’s a few that resonated deeply for me. I thought I’d share, for you to ruminate over.
“Stupidity cannot be cured with money, or through education, or by legislation. Stupidity is not a sin, the victim can’t help being stupid. But stupidity is the only universal capital crime; the sentence is death, there is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.”
“God is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnibenevolent – it says so right here on the label. If you have a mind capable of believing all three of these divine attributes simultaneously, I have a wonderful bargain for you. No checks, please. Cash and in small bills.”
“There are hidden contradictions in the minds of people who ‘love Nature’ while deploring the ‘artificialities’ with which ‘Man has spoiled “Nature.”‘ The obvious contradiction lies in their choice of words, which imply that Man and his artifacts are not part of ‘Nature’ – but beavers and their dams are. But the contradictions go deeper than this prima facie absurdity. In declaring his love for a beaver dam (erected by beavers for beavers’ purposes) and his hatred for dams erected by men (for the purposes of men) the ‘Naturist’ reveals his hatred for his own race – i.e., his own self-hatred.
In the case of ‘Naturists’ such self-hatred is understandable; they are such a sorry lot. But hatred is too strong an emotion to feel toward them; pity and contempt are the most the rate.
As for me, willy-nilly I am a man, not a beaver, and H. sapiens is the only race I have or can have. Fortunately for me, I like being part of a race made up of men and women – it strikes me as a fine arrangement and perfectly ‘natural’.
Believe it or not, there were ‘Naturists’ who opposed the first flight to old Earth’s Moon as being ‘unnatural’ and a ‘despoiling of Nature.'”
The first quote I love because of course we all know stupid can’t be fixed, but this offers hope that it will terminate itself. All we can hope for is that stupid will terminate prior to reproducing.
The middle one is just beautiful.
The last one appeals to me particularly on the level where people buy into this “oh, it’s natural, so it must be good for me” propaganda BS. For those who would drink that Kool-Aid, I offer them instead some nice all-natural Hemlock tea. None for me though, thanks, I like my life.
There are lots of other gems in the book. It’s worth having. Not sure if the Kindle version has the gorgeous calligraphy and illuminations.
Some days, I really wonder about the senders of junk e-mail. No. Not some days, all days. It just happens some days I give it more thought than others. Today. Right now for example.
I mean I love the Dear Sir/Madam generic pleas for aid. You know the one’s where they need my help to launder the money their rich Father/Prince/Husband left them. Because if they are too scared to touch that imaginary money, I certainly want to stick my neck out for that pretend currency. Leave me be and let me get back to playing Monopoly, where I can feel my funny money crinkle in my hands.
The foreign lotto e-mails are fun too. They give me that momentary jolt of “I won, I won”… I jump up and down in my chair for a quarter of a nano-second. Not so much. Oh, that’s right this is for all those lotteries in other countries I never entered when I never went there. Who would have thought my chances for winning would be that high?
The one that’s just amusing as all get to me right now is one I keep getting from BeachBitch27 with a subject of I Found You. And I should care about that why? Another good one is Julie with a subject of Where were you?… now that one did get me to click it open. For some reason I failed to click on any links though. It wasn’t the Julie I was thinking of, or any of the other three I know and communicate with occasionally. HottieGirl19 subject Chat With Me… hmmmm, no. Any girl who refers to herself as a ‘Hottie’ is unlikely to be in any conversation I find interesting. Yeah, I’m being snarky, so what.
These are all from yesterday and today. Granted I do have five different e-mail addresses that I monitor regularly. These examples are from just two of them though.
What are your current favorite junk e-mails?
All right, I’ll bite. Everyone else is writing about the holiday this weekend. As it happens it is my favorite holiday. I’ll even tell you why…
For starters, the candy. All kinds of chocolate. Wrapped up in pretty pastel pinks and blues. Chocolate bunnies. Plastic eggs filled with jelly beans. Oh, yeah it’s all good for at least ten pounds extra.
Next are the Peeps. I know they are candy. Really, though they get their own separate mention here. Because, I say they deserve it. The fact that they are better when they are stale. You can have Peeps wars or Peeps jousting. I saw an awesome picture of a Peeps show, one little Peeps bunny was pole dancing while another was shaking her booty. Plus now they come in sooooo many pretty colors. It’s not just yellow Peeps anymore. They got pink and blue and even purple now. Peeps are just awesome. Yes they have them for other holidays now too, but the Easter Peeps are the originals.
My third reason is that once my birthday fell on Easter. I was very young, like two or maybe three. I just knew that not everybody got to have their birthday on a holiday. So, it was just proof to me that I was more specialer than any body else. Plus my mom made me a cake that looked like a bunny with coconut fur and everything. Oh, and there were more jelly beans.
Finally my last reason why Easter is my favorite holiday. It wins the best appropriation of a pagan celebration by Christianity award. Halloween is fun and all, but it isn’t fully embraced. Christmas makes a good run at being the best, but it just falls short for me. I mean there’s some parallels with looking for the light and such that actually tie in pretty well with Winter Solstice. Easter though. We’re talking about taking the celebrations of fertility and prayers to the gods for good crops replete with bunnies and eggs for symbology. Yes I know the word I’m looking for there is symbolism, but I just watched “Boon Dock Saints” so deal with it. Anyhow, we take that stuff mix it with the ultimate sacrifice, coming back from the dead (Zombies anyone?) put a big fluffy bunny in the basket with it and call it a Christian holiday. Awesome. My thought is that if the powers that were way back when this stuff was getting figured out were going to make that many
hops leaps to tie the old pagan celebration with this new stuff, then it must be worth paying attention to. Ok, I can stretch a bit and see the similarity between the earth coming back to life after Winter… but, I still can’t fit the bunnies and eggs and ducks with The Resurrection. So, Easter wins the award.
Plus, I just like Spring.
There you go folks, my reasons for why Easter is the best holiday.
Ooooh, I almost forgot. Egg hunt at my place this weekend.
Really, my hens haven’t been laying in their usual nesting box. There is an old biddy banty that’s gone broody and doesn’t seem to be letting the other hens lay there. Today I only found one egg. That means the others are somewhere. I would like to find them before they smell really bad. I know, not near as much fun as the plastic eggs with jelly beans in them…
My muse that is… she seems to have slipped out when I wasn’t paying attention.
For whatever reason so far this week writing has been… hmmm, struggle is not the word I’m looking for. It’s just been sort of meh, bleh, *sigh*. Ok, *heavy sigh*. It’s only Tuesday too. Last night I stared at the computer for an hour before I just walked away. Not reading, not writing, just there with blank space.
Yesterday I barely got my post in to Horse Nation to meet the deadline we have established. There are parts of the article I’m pleased with, other parts just felt foggy.
Today’s post to just another day out west had a similar foggy feel. Like I couldn’t quite figure out what I was trying to say.
This evening in perusing other corners of the blogdom, I came across several very well written blogs. They were almost taunting me in a way. The authors had managed to say things I want to convey in clear, succinct ways. It bruised my poor fragile ego. No, not really any bruising. Just has me viewing things from another perspective. That’s what I’m going to say at least, since I don’t want to come off as whiny.
Can I have some cheese to go with my whine?
What to do? Push on, I guess. I have never have claimed to be an accomplished writer. It seems I need to view this as a challenge to improve my skills.
Those other blogs had the distinct feeling that they were better, they had beaten me.
How could I let them do that?! What me, competitive? You think maybe I am? Why yes, I am an Aries. Mustn’t let them be better than me. My job is to Win! Damnit!
Oh yes, challenge accepted!
Also, I should probably leave out an offering for my Muse. I think she likes chocolate. And red wine.