Stupid memes. (That link tells you what the hell a meme is, if you’ve been lucky enough to avoid learning.)
Does anyone else hate them as much as I do? Then, wouldn’t you know it, some person you like and respect is all, “Hey, I totally tagged you for the meme!” When that happens to me, I go off in a corner and mutter about how I’m going to have to unfriend the oh so likeable Dan and Audrey, or that good natured Peter, and that is going to suck for me, mostly, because they have plenty of fine friends who are much less surly.… continued…
No, dammit, the postcard is not dead. I still send them, I still love recieving them. And while, yes, you can’t beat those ruffled edged Kodakchrome color landscapes you can still buy from postcard racks and at garage sales, access to the wonders of digital means that you can create your own postcards with your own images and, hey, they do not suck! Witness the phone call from my dad, so amused by that picture of me with the penguins, or hey wait?… continued…
This is about blogging. It’s meta-crap. If you’re not interested in meta-crap about blogging (and really, who can blame you!) you might enjoy this tiny story about a moment on the beach on Moloka’i instead.
About three weeks back, I pulled out of a Triberr group. Triberr, if I understand it correctly, allows you to build a “tribe” of like-minded folks. Once you’ve built your tribe, it automates the promotion of the work by anyone in your tribe.… continued…
I write for a living; I am a writer by occupation. Not a travel writer, specifically, I’m “just” a writer. I sit at a keyboard, put words in a certain order to describe things, and then, I get paid. On technical projects, where I make most of my money, I’m paid by the hour. Rather well, I must say, and no, I’m not going to publish my rate here, please don’t ask. I do a little bit of copy editing, I’m paid hourly for that, too.… continued…
If things go according to plan, this fall, I’m going to see The South. The Mississippi Delta where the blues were born. Graceland. I’m going to eat BBQ and greens. A state or two will become more than just an outline on the map. I was genuinely thrilled until my friend B said this: “You shouldn’t spend one nickel in Tennessee. Do you not know about their anti-gay legislation?”
I did know about this, but only in a passing sort of way because I’d heard about the bill that had been mocked as the “Don’t Say Gay” bill.… continued…
