Tuesday, 5 August 2008

A Holiday...

I've been away a bit, starting at the beginning of july.

It was a holiday, a very special holiday, with someone very special.
I met her a long time ago on the internet. It seems very implausible, doesn't it, all as a result of exchanging blog comments, with an internet stranger, far away.
It's easy to think that people on the internet aren't real, -like the people you see in the backgrounds of movies. But they are real. You,, me, we are real. And in this medium, some of us sometimes interact. But to take it a step further, to converse outside the blogs, to email, eventually to speak, -that takes us out of our comfort zones, into, maybe, risk.

We can, by carelessness or stupidity, hurt each other, or be wounded ourselves. Some say it's a dangerous place, cyberspace, but is it any more so than real life?

Over time, we got to know each other, and decided to take that next scary step of meeting. It was scary for me, what if.... what if she decided that she didn't like the real me? the human me, as opposed to the pusher of words? What if she despised my home, my way of life, my world?
But mine was the easier part. She came a long way to see me, on unfamiliar ground, her friends warned her it was unwise, yet she took those brave steps and risked the possibility that I might be a serial killer or crazed madman.
You may think it not such a big deal, but I think it took a lot of courage. I'm glad she did.
That first visit was a foundation- she seems to like me, because she came back...


I won't go into too much detail, beyond that she makes me very happy and I wish I'd met her long ago.

And I hope she's in my life to stay.

We've spent a lot of time travelling , exploring places in this small but richly detailed country called England. Here are a few of our favourite places, there are many more yet to be explored;






























































Sunday, 20 July 2008

Homemade Jamz Blues Band.

Just happened across these guys via the magic of the internet...or Bifurcated Rivets...
Bifurcated posts a delicious selection of "eclectica for epopts". So if you're an epopt short of some eclectica, a visit might be of worth.
The Homemade Jamz Blues Band is a trio of siblings in Tupelo, Kyle, age 14, Taya, 9, and frontman Ryan, 16... So it's a kids band, yeah?
Nope. Not at all, It's a blues band. For people who like to listen to the blues.
Rather than post a youtube... Here's a couple of links, one to their "Myspace" site, listen there...
Oh... and check out their myspace friends-headed by BB King, I see Taj Mahal there, Eric Clapton... Alicia Keys...
Also see them at NPR, and listen to more tracks.
They are in demand, a notable tour schedule... Chicago, Canada, Switzerland, they're good.
And their drummer is nine years old!

Saturday, 19 July 2008

"Stuff the Rules of Blogging", I Say.

Sooberkwit here.
I must alopogise, confess, if you like. See, I keep losing my muse and then, sitting at a blank screen, I can't think of anything to say, or at least anything anyone else might be interested to hear.
So I cheat a little and post videos.
And yes, that most recent one, the buzzball, it's been annoying me too.
Now, here and there over the innertent, I keep hearing people tell of "the rules", and they tell of things that you must do, things you must Not do. Well, nobody issued me with a rule book, nor did anyone consult me on the need for rules, so I don't always feel that I need do the obligatory stuff, like, er always commenting on blogs I visit for fear of being labelled a "lurker" In fact, lets hear it for lurkers! I've read many a thousand books, and never once written to an author to praise or kvetch, so does that make me a book lurker?

Anyway. Buzzball. Watch me now as I kill that post. Stone dead. Gone.

See?
F*** the rules. As a boggler, you can kill posts as well as create them. So there.




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Sunday, 29 June 2008

Information overload in 1613


Via Liftlab.com.

“one of the diseases of this age is the multiplicity of books; they doth so overcharge the world that it is not able to digest the abundance of idle matter that is every day hatched and brought forth into the world“
Barnaby Rich (1580-1617), writing in 1613.