after making yourself a cup of tea, you toss the silverware spoon in the garbage bin and place the teabag in the dishwasher.
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Nov 27, 2006
Nov 26, 2006
Hanging out with the Golden Girls
My grandmother, the same one I mentioned a few posts back, is in hospital because of a stroke. She's out of the woods and her hospitalization is to find out what caused the strokes. But, let's be honest; she IS around 97. We love her deeply and want her to be healthy and with us for a very long time, but her age, justifiably, might warrant a blind date with the Grim Reaper, so we're prepared for the worst.
Although she's the oldest in her hospital ward, she's the healthiest Golden Girl in there. The room has 7 beds. They're all occupied with Grandmas younger than mine. Mine's just in denial of her age, which might be the secret to her longevity.
The first night of her admittance, whilst trying to get accustomed to her new surroundings, she heard another patient across the room moaning loudly in pain. She looked around and tried to pinpoint which ailing woman was making these sounds.
My grandma inquired, "Why is that old lady yelling?"
The scene might not have been funny but the fact that MY old lady was 20 years older than THAT old lady just added an uncanny comic relief to it.
p.s. I'm off for my night shift with Grandma again.
But I DO have a rant to get off my chest:
TURN OFF YOUR GODDAM CELL PHONES IN THE HOSPITAL ROOMS, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE SITTING WITH AN AILING PERSON. AT NIGHT!
OLD LADIES DO NOT APPRECIATE THE UPBEAT RHYTHM OF YOUR COOL RING TONE.
SHAKIRA'S HIPS MAY LIE, BUT I WILL KICK YOUR ASS TONIGHT, SO HELP ME, IF I HEAR IT AGAIN!!!!
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Although she's the oldest in her hospital ward, she's the healthiest Golden Girl in there. The room has 7 beds. They're all occupied with Grandmas younger than mine. Mine's just in denial of her age, which might be the secret to her longevity.
The first night of her admittance, whilst trying to get accustomed to her new surroundings, she heard another patient across the room moaning loudly in pain. She looked around and tried to pinpoint which ailing woman was making these sounds.
My grandma inquired, "Why is that old lady yelling?"
The scene might not have been funny but the fact that MY old lady was 20 years older than THAT old lady just added an uncanny comic relief to it.
p.s. I'm off for my night shift with Grandma again.
But I DO have a rant to get off my chest:
TURN OFF YOUR GODDAM CELL PHONES IN THE HOSPITAL ROOMS, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE SITTING WITH AN AILING PERSON. AT NIGHT!
OLD LADIES DO NOT APPRECIATE THE UPBEAT RHYTHM OF YOUR COOL RING TONE.
SHAKIRA'S HIPS MAY LIE, BUT I WILL KICK YOUR ASS TONIGHT, SO HELP ME, IF I HEAR IT AGAIN!!!!
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Nov 22, 2006
Nov 16, 2006
We're driving planet Earth insane
According to this piece of news, thanks to us (humans) and our global warming activites, bears are refusing to fall asleep for the winter. Their biological clocks are telling them it's too warm. Moreover, trees are blossoming when they shouldn't be and in general, nature doesn't know whether it's coming or going.
It's bad enough we're killing off all kinds of species, upsetting the forces of nature, but must we drive them mad doing it?
Hopefully, the animals are planning to gang up on us. I think we deserve a good beating, don't you?
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It's bad enough we're killing off all kinds of species, upsetting the forces of nature, but must we drive them mad doing it?
Hopefully, the animals are planning to gang up on us. I think we deserve a good beating, don't you?
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Nov 15, 2006
When tanks roamed the streets of Athens and Greeks stripped of basic civil rights, tortured and persecuted...
On November 14-15-16, 1973 the Greek people's resistance against the military dictatorship reached a decisive point with the Athens Polytechnic uprising.
November 17 is more than just a day of remembrance for those who fought to bring democracy back to the same land that had conceived the idea. It is a day that marks the struggle of oppressed peoples everywhere.
The boy who braved the tanks
This story is inspired by the heroic death of Diomedes Komninos, a worthyson of the Greek people. In November 1973 he went to the Polytechnic to fight for the freedom of his country. He would never come back. He was 16.
Nikon Corp. embargoes Cuban boy in UN contest
13 year old boy, Raysel Sosa Rojas, from Cuba was the Latin & South American regional winner for the 2006 International Children's Painting Competition on the environment organized by the UNEP.
One of the prizes for each winner was a digital camera from Japanese company Nikon, which all the other kids received EXCEPT young Raysel.
Why?
Nikon refused to hand over the first prize to Raysel because apparently the camera consisted of US-made parts which Nikon CEOs construed as violation of the US blockade against Cuba.
Nice going Nikon. You broke that little boy's spirit and heart. Good thing all this was done under the auspices of the UN, and a fine example of unity and brotherhood was set for these children and all children around the world.
Yeah, right.
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One of the prizes for each winner was a digital camera from Japanese company Nikon, which all the other kids received EXCEPT young Raysel.
Why?
Nikon refused to hand over the first prize to Raysel because apparently the camera consisted of US-made parts which Nikon CEOs construed as violation of the US blockade against Cuba.
Nice going Nikon. You broke that little boy's spirit and heart. Good thing all this was done under the auspices of the UN, and a fine example of unity and brotherhood was set for these children and all children around the world.
Yeah, right.
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Nov 13, 2006
What's in a name?
Some of you might have observed that in the "about me/debriefing" box my given name is Athena. Greek, mythological, helmet-wearing goddess of wisdom, protector of Athens, owned an owl and remained a virgin.
The similiarities stop at Greek.
I was named after my father's mother which is the traditional way of naming babies here in Greece. No need for the hassle of searching in baby-name books AND make the in-laws happy in one stroke.
Athena was the name on my passport when my family crossed the Atlantic and immigrated to the US when I was just a toddler. Permit me to digress a bit; one of the few scenes I recall from my very early childhood was seeing the Statue of Liberty from our cabin's porthole and the tugboats blowing their horns to greet our big cruise ship, the "Anna-Maria". Not to be confused with the "Santa Maria" accompanied by the "Nina" and the "Pinta" in 1492.
We settled in the Midwest and everyone called me Athena. The neighbors, the mailman, the ice-cream truck driver. I crossed the threshold of my first institution of learning, kindergarten, as Athena.
As soon as I graduated kindergarten (with honors, mind you), my brother and I were flown back to the motherland. We had adopted a head tilt to the side, like monkeys, when they spoke Greek to us. Afraid that we'd never be able to communicate in our mother tongue again my parents opted for homeland schooling. Mom and Dad, however, realized that maintaining one's language and culture is
(a) financially draining and
(b) awful lonely without your kids,
so we rejoined them back in the States as soon as schools let out, after nine months.
It was time to go to second grade. The school registered me unremarkably as "Athena". But when I was promoted to third grade, a typo put me down as "Atena" (dropped the h and sounded like antennae). I was too young to realize my goddess status was being jeopardized to protest.
A year later, my fourth-grade teacher decided that the A in Atena was redundant. School administration agreed that Tina sounded better, so "Tina" it was. This cost me a few "Tina-Hyena" jokes because I giggled like one. My parents shrugged it off as a cute American time-saving custom of minimizing words and names (hi, thanks, bye, Tina).
I was apprehensive about the future of my name. At the rate things were going, by the time I'd finish grade school there would only be a letter for a name.
Athena,
Atena,
Tina,
Ina,
Na,
A.
Thankfully the snipping stopped after Tina. However, I was no longer in the Ancient Greek Pantheon and everyone assumed that my nickname came from Christina. My high school diploma and all my US documents recorded me as a Tina.
Fortunately, I have recovered my original name (I'm still working on the goddess status though). My mother forgets herself and occassionally belts out a Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiina. Some people find it kooky for trimming such a mythical name to Tina.
Ha! They think Tina is a nutty deduction, wait until they find out about Flubberwinkle...
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The similiarities stop at Greek.
I was named after my father's mother which is the traditional way of naming babies here in Greece. No need for the hassle of searching in baby-name books AND make the in-laws happy in one stroke.
Athena was the name on my passport when my family crossed the Atlantic and immigrated to the US when I was just a toddler. Permit me to digress a bit; one of the few scenes I recall from my very early childhood was seeing the Statue of Liberty from our cabin's porthole and the tugboats blowing their horns to greet our big cruise ship, the "Anna-Maria". Not to be confused with the "Santa Maria" accompanied by the "Nina" and the "Pinta" in 1492.We settled in the Midwest and everyone called me Athena. The neighbors, the mailman, the ice-cream truck driver. I crossed the threshold of my first institution of learning, kindergarten, as Athena.
As soon as I graduated kindergarten (with honors, mind you), my brother and I were flown back to the motherland. We had adopted a head tilt to the side, like monkeys, when they spoke Greek to us. Afraid that we'd never be able to communicate in our mother tongue again my parents opted for homeland schooling. Mom and Dad, however, realized that maintaining one's language and culture is
(a) financially draining and
(b) awful lonely without your kids,
so we rejoined them back in the States as soon as schools let out, after nine months.
It was time to go to second grade. The school registered me unremarkably as "Athena". But when I was promoted to third grade, a typo put me down as "Atena" (dropped the h and sounded like antennae). I was too young to realize my goddess status was being jeopardized to protest.
A year later, my fourth-grade teacher decided that the A in Atena was redundant. School administration agreed that Tina sounded better, so "Tina" it was. This cost me a few "Tina-Hyena" jokes because I giggled like one. My parents shrugged it off as a cute American time-saving custom of minimizing words and names (hi, thanks, bye, Tina).
I was apprehensive about the future of my name. At the rate things were going, by the time I'd finish grade school there would only be a letter for a name.
Athena,
Atena,
Tina,
Ina,
Na,
A.
Thankfully the snipping stopped after Tina. However, I was no longer in the Ancient Greek Pantheon and everyone assumed that my nickname came from Christina. My high school diploma and all my US documents recorded me as a Tina.Fortunately, I have recovered my original name (I'm still working on the goddess status though). My mother forgets herself and occassionally belts out a Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiina. Some people find it kooky for trimming such a mythical name to Tina.
Ha! They think Tina is a nutty deduction, wait until they find out about Flubberwinkle...
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Nov 10, 2006
Knowing thyself and amusing others with that knowledge
Going into work today, a colleague who's on his way out stops me -right outside the building's entrance- to complain about his computer and ask me to take care of it.
When I go inside the concierge greets me with 'Did you see that man gaping at you?'
-Really? Where?
Doorman points to a short, Indian man walking away.
-It figures. He's looks like he's from India.
Doorman looks at me quizzically.
-We're sacred over there, ya know.
He couldn't stop laughing long enough to give me my office key.
Had to get it myself.
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When I go inside the concierge greets me with 'Did you see that man gaping at you?'
-Really? Where?
Doorman points to a short, Indian man walking away.
-It figures. He's looks like he's from India.
Doorman looks at me quizzically.
-We're sacred over there, ya know.
He couldn't stop laughing long enough to give me my office key.
Had to get it myself.
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Nov 9, 2006
"A note of hope around this troubled world"
Although I'm not a US citizen and can't take any credit, I am smiling from ear to ear. Give yourself a pat on the back my American friends! The world has let out a small sigh of relief but we're still keeping our fingers crossed. Hope is alive. Michael Moore's newsletter says it best:
November 8th, 2006.
Friends,
You did it! We did it! The impossible has happened: A majority of Americans have soundly and forcefully removed Bush's party from control of the House of Representatives. And, sometime today perhaps, we may learn that the same miracle has happened in the Senate. Whatever the outcome, the American people have made two things crystal clear: End this war, and stop Mr. Bush from doing any more damage to this country we love. That is what this election was about. Nothing else. Just that. And it's a message that has sent shock waves throughout Washington -- and a note of hope around this troubled world.
Now the real work begins. Unless we stay on top of these Democrats to do the right thing, they will do what they've always done: Screw it up. Big Time. They helped Bush start this war, and now they should make amends.
But let's take a day to rejoice and revel in a rare victory for our side -- the side that doesn't believe in unprovoked invasions of other countries. This is your day, my friends. You have worked hard for it. I can't tell you how proud I am to count all of you as part of the greater American mainstream we now occupy. Thank you for all the time you gave this week to get out the vote. Some of you have been at this since the large demonstrations of February 2003 when we tried to stop the war before it started. Only 10-20% of the country agreed with us at that time. Remember how lonely that was? Some people were even booed! Now, 60% of the country agrees with our position. They are us and we are them. What a nice, strange, hopeful feeling.
A woman, for the first time in our history, will be Speaker of the House. The attempt to ban all abortion in the conservative state of South Dakota was defeated. Laws to raise the minimum wage were passed. Democrats were elected to fill Tom DeLay's and Mark Foley's seats. Detroit's John Conyers, Jr. is going to be the Chairman of the House Judiciary Committee. The Democratic governor of Michigan beat the CEO from Amway. The little township next to where I live in Michigan voted Democratic for the first time since... ever. And on and on and on. The good news will continue throughout today. Let's enjoy it. Savor it. And use it to get Congress to finally listen to the majority.
If you want to do one thing today, send an email or a letter to both of your senators and your member of Congress and tell them, in no uncertain terms, what this election means: End the war -- and don't let George W. Bush get away with any more of his bright ideas.
Congratulations, again! Now let's go find a spine for the Dems to do the job we've sent them there to do.
Yours in victory (for once!),
Michael Moore
mmflint@aol.com
www.michaelmoore.com
P.S. Thanks for all those photos you sent me of you with your brooms at your polling places. They're still coming in and we're posting them here throughout the day. And for those of you who asked how "Sicko" is coming along, the answer is: better than we ever expected! We're hard at work in the edit room and it will be in theaters in June. Thanks again, everyone, for your support.
Nov 5, 2006
Everyone's a comedian in our home
Daughter#1 (almost 18) explaining some movie to Daughter#2 (aged 12)
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-It was really funny. You would've laughed your head off.
-How funny?
-Remember when Mom sat you down for the "sex" talk?
-THAT funny?
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Nov 3, 2006
We, Greeks, are so full of ourselves
Every year -for many, many years now- my grandmother, who is around 95 to 98 years old (we're not exactly sure because of mixed birth certificates) goes to her home in the village for the summer. Every fall, before the cold sets in, she returns to the metropolis and brings her pleiades of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren gift packages of freshly grounded oregano handpicked from the village's surrounding hills, honey from the village bees and hand-made pasta (hylopites and trahana).
This year as I was clearing out the cupboard to make room for the fresh supplies I noticed the printing on last year's honey container: "GREEK HONEY IS THE BEST". One side in English, the other in Greek.
We, Greeks, are so full of ourselves, I laughed to myself and thought I should pass the word along on the Internet. The braggart promotion has been documented with my veranda's wind vane 'Bobby the Bumble Bee' as a backdrop.
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This year as I was clearing out the cupboard to make room for the fresh supplies I noticed the printing on last year's honey container: "GREEK HONEY IS THE BEST". One side in English, the other in Greek.
We, Greeks, are so full of ourselves, I laughed to myself and thought I should pass the word along on the Internet. The braggart promotion has been documented with my veranda's wind vane 'Bobby the Bumble Bee' as a backdrop.
.Nov 1, 2006
Blog meme about...blogging
Beerli, a new blog-friend from way Down Under tagged me for this blog meme. It's a little more interesting than your average meme because this one's about blogging.
Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?
I'm fidgety about the look and keep tweaking here and there. I'm seriously considering changing monthly mastheads (like the queen-bee of blogs does) and templates but I'm worried the screw-up fairy would pay a visit to my blog's archived posts and their accompanying comments and POOF!...magically disappear everything.
I like to think that I've chosen a suitable template for my blog's personality: readable, plain, yet not overly common. I think a template plays an important part in projecting who you are and what you're writing about.
It might sound conceited, but, yes, I like the contents of my blog. I, usually, give a lot of thought in what I post so I rarely regret what goes online.
Does your family know about your blog?
Yes, but unfortunately not all of them can read English, so a lot of what I write gets "lost in the translation". My eldest daughter and big brother are in charge of ratting me out to the other family members who "no spik inglish".
Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
Are you kidding? I even sent out e-mail invitations to close friends informing them of my blog when I started. Unfortunately, some aren't very fluent in English so they can't really "participate" by commenting nor have any clue what I'm talking about. Some were taken by surprise that I could convey thoughts in English as well as Greek. (Wait, till I tell them I can even twirl a baton AND chew gum).
I don't think of blogging as a "private" thing. I'm a firm believer in being truthful in all spheres of life, so I will never write anything that I wouldn't be able to say publicly or to someone's face.
Do you just read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? Or do you try to discover new blogs?
I always reciprocate a kind comment from a first-time visitor by visiting their blogs, thus giving me the chance to explore and discover fresh writings. If I fancy a particular blog I definitely revisit it. When I have the chance, I even try to read up on the archives of said favourite blog. Most of my favourite blogs are picks from other people's blog rolls.
Blog rolls are a bit daunting but extremely useful. You can't fit all the blogs you like on a side bar, but it's a way of showing people what groups or themes of blogs interest you.
Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example.
Blogging helped me rediscover my love for creative writing, instilled a new found appreciation of the so-called impersonal Internet and furthermore helped me organize my thoughts, at a time in my life when my mind's contents were scattered.
What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you use a traffic counter?
I am not hooked on the number issue. It's interesting to see what topic may trigger off traffic or what the search engines drag in because of keyword analyses. I get my kicks out of Google Map visits, where you can see where visitors are coming from all over the world.
Do you imagine what other bloggers look like?
Actually I didn't, until I came across this question?!!!
Placing a face with a blog's contents isn't essential, but it does help to have an inkling of who the person behind the blog is. Truth be told, I feel more laid back with blogs that provide some sort of "real-life" avatar or even a faded picture on their blog (near the about me box, which by the way is REALLY me up there in the corner).
Do you think blogging has any real benefit?
Yes, because blogging helps people write.
Writing helps people think.
Thinking helps people become better people.
Better people make a better a world.
[hopefully]
Do you think that the blogosphere is a stand alone community separated from the real world?
How can that be? Bloggers are people, who write about their lives in the REAL world, they may constitute a group because of the medium, but it is NOT a stand alone community under any circumstances.
Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them?
Political blogs don't scare me, even if I disagree entirely with them. In fact, I think that political blogs give blogging a great excuse for existing. Blogging promotes the idea of exchanging ideas and what better way to find out what's going on in people's heads, if not by reading about it? I avoid the crazy ones that have no arguments and just rant.
Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?
Nah-uh. My blog is personal, I am baring my soul, wearing my heart on my sleeve, writing for my personal pleasure and you want take a stab at me by criticizing me? Why? I am not bending anybody's elbow to read my stuff, if you don't like it... shoo.
Have you ever thought about what would happen to your blog if you died?
I guess my blog would remain suspended lifeless in the blogosphere for as long Blogger.com kept my account active.
Perhaps a close family member or friend would add a comment to inform any readers of my demise. Maybe I should consider writing my blog's password down in my will so they can make a decent post about my untimely death?
I assume -then- blog friends would see this obituary comment in horror. Teary-eyed they'd add their own kind comment on my last post, giving courage to my loved ones and praising how I'd added a little bit of sunshine in their lives.
My last post would in fact be the most popular because people would get drawn in by the popularity of its comments and newcomers would feel too guilty leaving a dead woman's blog without adding their comments.
An avalanche of comments will ensue, that will cause Blogger.com's "Blogs of Note" to (finally!) notice my blog, gaining me 15 minutes of fame on the blogosphere. Reuter's Oddly Enough news will speak of how a blog whose author no longer exists keeps reeling readers in.
Sadly, the spotlight would slowly fade out. The days would turn into months, the months into years and my blog's link would draggingly be deleted from other people's blog rolls and Flubberwinkle.blogspot.com will perish forever from the living realm of blogs.
No, I haven't really given it any thought what would happen to my blog if I died. Maybe I should.
Which blogger has had the greatest impression on you?
There are too many I've met along the way to mention, and way more I haven't even discovered yet that I'm certain will also make a great impression on me.
Which blogger do you think is the most similar to you?
Everyone and no one. The wonderfulness of the world is mirrored in the blogosphere: All different, all alike.
Name a song you want to listen to?
Just when I thought this was one of those serious memes!
In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.A-weema-weh A-weema-weh A-weema-weh...
Tag some people
OK, here goes. Memes are not everyone's cup of tea because the first time I tagged people only two responded; some people just don't like 'em, so there's no pressure.
V-grrl In The Middle
Nuntius
Devious Diva
Melusina
EllasDevil
X-Psilikatzoy
Liliputaner
.
Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?
I'm fidgety about the look and keep tweaking here and there. I'm seriously considering changing monthly mastheads (like the queen-bee of blogs does) and templates but I'm worried the screw-up fairy would pay a visit to my blog's archived posts and their accompanying comments and POOF!...magically disappear everything.
I like to think that I've chosen a suitable template for my blog's personality: readable, plain, yet not overly common. I think a template plays an important part in projecting who you are and what you're writing about.
It might sound conceited, but, yes, I like the contents of my blog. I, usually, give a lot of thought in what I post so I rarely regret what goes online.
Does your family know about your blog?
Yes, but unfortunately not all of them can read English, so a lot of what I write gets "lost in the translation". My eldest daughter and big brother are in charge of ratting me out to the other family members who "no spik inglish".
Can you tell your friends about your blog? Do you consider it a private thing?
Are you kidding? I even sent out e-mail invitations to close friends informing them of my blog when I started. Unfortunately, some aren't very fluent in English so they can't really "participate" by commenting nor have any clue what I'm talking about. Some were taken by surprise that I could convey thoughts in English as well as Greek. (Wait, till I tell them I can even twirl a baton AND chew gum).
I don't think of blogging as a "private" thing. I'm a firm believer in being truthful in all spheres of life, so I will never write anything that I wouldn't be able to say publicly or to someone's face.
Do you just read the blogs of those who comment on your blog? Or do you try to discover new blogs?
I always reciprocate a kind comment from a first-time visitor by visiting their blogs, thus giving me the chance to explore and discover fresh writings. If I fancy a particular blog I definitely revisit it. When I have the chance, I even try to read up on the archives of said favourite blog. Most of my favourite blogs are picks from other people's blog rolls.
Blog rolls are a bit daunting but extremely useful. You can't fit all the blogs you like on a side bar, but it's a way of showing people what groups or themes of blogs interest you.
Did your blog positively affect your mind? Give an example.
Blogging helped me rediscover my love for creative writing, instilled a new found appreciation of the so-called impersonal Internet and furthermore helped me organize my thoughts, at a time in my life when my mind's contents were scattered.
What does the number of visitors to your blog mean? Do you use a traffic counter?
I am not hooked on the number issue. It's interesting to see what topic may trigger off traffic or what the search engines drag in because of keyword analyses. I get my kicks out of Google Map visits, where you can see where visitors are coming from all over the world.
Do you imagine what other bloggers look like?
Actually I didn't, until I came across this question?!!!
Placing a face with a blog's contents isn't essential, but it does help to have an inkling of who the person behind the blog is. Truth be told, I feel more laid back with blogs that provide some sort of "real-life" avatar or even a faded picture on their blog (near the about me box, which by the way is REALLY me up there in the corner).
Do you think blogging has any real benefit?
Yes, because blogging helps people write.
Writing helps people think.
Thinking helps people become better people.
Better people make a better a world.
[hopefully]
Do you think that the blogosphere is a stand alone community separated from the real world?
How can that be? Bloggers are people, who write about their lives in the REAL world, they may constitute a group because of the medium, but it is NOT a stand alone community under any circumstances.
Do some political blogs scare you? Do you avoid them?
Political blogs don't scare me, even if I disagree entirely with them. In fact, I think that political blogs give blogging a great excuse for existing. Blogging promotes the idea of exchanging ideas and what better way to find out what's going on in people's heads, if not by reading about it? I avoid the crazy ones that have no arguments and just rant.
Do you think that criticizing your blog is useful?
Nah-uh. My blog is personal, I am baring my soul, wearing my heart on my sleeve, writing for my personal pleasure and you want take a stab at me by criticizing me? Why? I am not bending anybody's elbow to read my stuff, if you don't like it... shoo.
Have you ever thought about what would happen to your blog if you died?
I guess my blog would remain suspended lifeless in the blogosphere for as long Blogger.com kept my account active.
Perhaps a close family member or friend would add a comment to inform any readers of my demise. Maybe I should consider writing my blog's password down in my will so they can make a decent post about my untimely death?
I assume -then- blog friends would see this obituary comment in horror. Teary-eyed they'd add their own kind comment on my last post, giving courage to my loved ones and praising how I'd added a little bit of sunshine in their lives.
My last post would in fact be the most popular because people would get drawn in by the popularity of its comments and newcomers would feel too guilty leaving a dead woman's blog without adding their comments.
An avalanche of comments will ensue, that will cause Blogger.com's "Blogs of Note" to (finally!) notice my blog, gaining me 15 minutes of fame on the blogosphere. Reuter's Oddly Enough news will speak of how a blog whose author no longer exists keeps reeling readers in.
Sadly, the spotlight would slowly fade out. The days would turn into months, the months into years and my blog's link would draggingly be deleted from other people's blog rolls and Flubberwinkle.blogspot.com will perish forever from the living realm of blogs.
No, I haven't really given it any thought what would happen to my blog if I died. Maybe I should.Which blogger has had the greatest impression on you?
There are too many I've met along the way to mention, and way more I haven't even discovered yet that I'm certain will also make a great impression on me.
Which blogger do you think is the most similar to you?
Everyone and no one. The wonderfulness of the world is mirrored in the blogosphere: All different, all alike.
Name a song you want to listen to?
Just when I thought this was one of those serious memes!
In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.A-weema-weh A-weema-weh A-weema-weh...
Tag some people
OK, here goes. Memes are not everyone's cup of tea because the first time I tagged people only two responded; some people just don't like 'em, so there's no pressure.
V-grrl In The Middle
Nuntius
Devious Diva
Melusina
EllasDevil
X-Psilikatzoy
Liliputaner
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