I realise being away from my work computer how dreadfully slow my dialup connection is. I'm the only person I know who still uses dialup, no actually, a friend of mine still has dialup though he's quite well-off and personally I don't know why he doensn't upgrade to broadband. I'm realising that for blogging and myspace I need fast connection, particularly for uploading photos & sound files, and to organise them into groovy pockets like photobucket & slideshows etc. Usually I stay back after work and do a lot of that stuff there. Even so it's nice to do this stuff in the privacy of one's own home. There are many photos I want to put up but alas, at home, I'll be here all night uploading photos that sometimes fail to upload anyway.
Blogger.com isn't a friend to dialup. Half the time operations abort. Signins fail. And today I notice I can't get into Steve Kilbey's blog as for some unknow reason a big red cross repeatedly comes onto the screen each time I attempt to access his site with a microsoft message telling me I can't upload this site - Operation Aborted. Crumbs!
I've been on the blog now for a few months now, with my own site at least, and I must confess this is growing on me. I love blogging and reading other peoples blogs...I derive immense satisfaction in communicating with people. Blogs are fascinating too, they convey realness and humanness, even the little stories and blurbs, far moreso than the usual right-wing guns-for-hire columnists that infest the daily newspapers. I walk around dreaming up ideas for blogs. I want to blog till I drop. Time is the factor that will temper this enthusiasm. I'm also inspired to read more, see more, and create more. My entry to the blog world parallels a new season, hopefully, a personal renaissance of sorts. Having started with reading Steve Kilbey's blog seven months ago I now like to check on a number of people's blogs. I'm very grateful to friends and family who read my personal rantings, rantings that do come from an intense place inside of me, and am especially grateful to fellow bloggers from all over the world who take the time to read and comment on my blog. If you're a blogger then I love to read your blog too because I'm into what you have to say and I love it when enlightened, creative, sensitive, vibrant people express themselves openly and freely.
A quiet Saturday night for me. Well, they're always pretty quiet, that's how I often like them. Last Saturday I went to a party in East Balmain with Lady Cool. We stood outside in the backyard hovering hungrily over the fire, taking in her lashings of heat to ward off the cold night air. Tonight I started working on an article on Dennis Wilson, the late Beach Boys drummer who drowned in 1983. I'm concentrating on his songwriting but its difficult for me to temper my enthusiasm and not write a generic history of the Beach Boys. I love the Beach Boys. Particularly when they grew their hair, and beards, and wore the most outrageous shirts known to this present civilisation. I've got to give the article to a friend to publish in his monthly newsletter. The deadline stands for next weekend. I might work on it again tomorrow night and when I'm finally satisfied with it, I'll post it here.
I could harp on until the cows come home. And at this time of night the chickens have certainly come home to roost. I better go rest. Tomorrow I must wake early, pick up my mum, and take her to a park to celebrate my nephew's 11th birthday.
And we'll have fun fun fun till daddy takes the tbird away..