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August 04, 2005
Something new to wrinkle your nose at
Son of Max recently received feedback that postings are too infrequent. I agree that posts have been spotty at best. However, Son of Max has also recently learned that everyone from the President of Chile to the Pope of Greenwich Village is reading this little homage to maternal minutia and therefore subject material has grown a bit…limited. I can only safely write about three things without risking offending something or someone: broccoli, windsurfing and aardvarks. Then again, I can be pretty offensive in person so I guess one should expect the same of an electronic version of me. Son of Max: all of the bad attitude with none of the pesky eye-rolling!
Man, I am a blogging cliché. See for yourself...
A History of Blogging
1. Hear about blogging from wildly successful blogging friend. Like a big dork, ask “So what is blogging, anyway?” Feel like an ass a few months later when you clue in on how famous said friend is in the BC (that’s blogging community, yo!)
2. Start stalking and lurking around other blogs, but never post because people try too hard to be funny in the comments section and you feel that when it comes to the comedic arts, brevity is not your strong suit anyway.
3. Debut your own site: offend friends with very first post!
4. Write about some crap
5. Want readers, but only if they are not related to, working with, or considering hiring you. Find out this is not the case.
6. Don’t write about some other crap. Have tedious, perpetual, and also cliché internal debate about Why You Blog if you can't write about things you want to write about
7. Apologize for not writing more (live your own blogging pet peeve!!)
8. Allude to the fact that you may quit blogging
9. Keep blogging
10. Quit blogging, take up windsurfing
There you go. Now you know how it all shakes out. I should get ahead of the curve on 2006’s trend and just start windsurfing now.
The Bean and I leave on Monday. Or, as we’ve been discussing it:
Mama: Who’s going on an airplane?
Bean: Mama
Mama: Who else?
Bean: Coco*
Mama: Where do airplanes go?
Bean: Up in the sky
Mama: Who are we going to see?
Bean: Baby Miles
Mama: And what does Baby Miles do?
Bean pretending to cry: Crying
Mama: And what do we do when Baby Miles cries?
Bean: Kisses
Mama: And what else?
Bean hugs self: Hugs
*His other nickname. Well, one of them.
**7-week old cousin, also colicky. Sorry, sis!
I think I just demonstrated why I blog: to bore you. Oh, and to show I'm a woman of my word AND that we've been busy, here's my leaving Seattle shots of the Bean.
Posted by Max at August 4, 2005 10:53 PM