Thursday, December 15, 2005

Six Degrees of...you know

There are just too many things going on right now. I'm consumed with finishing the fireplace mosaic, which is turning out to be less of a pattern and more of a random assembly of shapes. Whatever. I have neither the time nor the patience to be reflective or funny in a post. Maybe it's because my oldest son had a car accident yesterday while taking a bunch of friends to lunch. Everyone's okay, but the car has been mightily compromised. The good news is, he wasn't driving his car. The bad news is that he WAS driving his brother's car. I'm grateful no one is hurt or dead. Really. So grateful that I want to cry. More good news is that there is a way to fix all of it without our insurance (all male drivers...except for me) sending us to debtor's prison. The bad news is that it's still going to cost a bundle. I'm trying to keep my perspective in this.

But this season is already so infested with panicky feelings of being late with everything. Christmas cards have not even been picked up from the printer. More than half the shopping is still to be done. Book banning harpies surround my daily volunteer library activities at the youngest son's school, and well-meaning relatives keep sending me pictures of a decorated Christmas tree with the reminder that I must NEVER refer to it as a holiday tree or the Baby Jesus will smite me. Truthfully, though, I do feel lately as though I've already been smited. Smote? Smitten? Anyway, I never called them Holiday (read: Holy Day, people. Say it with me now) Trees before, but now--you know---what with all the mindless hysteria and all I have half a mind to just say it anyway. HOLIDAY TREE. There. I said it. But I digress.

I really just mean to outline why I started blogging...aside from the pathetic need to express myself to a wider audience. I can trace it all to one man...Pulitzer Prize winner, Michael Chabon.

I'm a big fan of his work ("Wonder Boys" and "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay")...so much so that I also became interested in his the work of his wife, the public defender/ writer Ayelet Waldman. For a while, Waldman had a blog, though she quit writing on it some time ago. Her website indicated a number of websites that she visited regularly, and one was called The Imperfect Parent.

I enjoyed that site so much that I looked at the websites they listed. One of those was Dooce.
Dooce (Heather Armstrong) is like the Mothership of all bloggers. I read her every day.
Dooce disabled her comments on her site, so all anyone can do is read her posts, but she mentioned the website of another blogger in one of her posts. That led me to a huge world where people write and others comment and, if that commenter has a site, your computer bookmarks become uncomfortably stuffed with webside addresses. It can...and frequently does spin completely out of control. You can spend hours reading and commenting. And I did just that.
Soon commenting isn't enough. Commenting is the gateway drug for the verybally inclined. I had to have a blog of my own. And now, I do.

So there it is in all it's abbreviated glory. The story of how and why I started blogging. What's your excuse?

20 Comments:

Blogger Rock said...

Well someone "forced" me to but that's another story.

May I disgress - I seriously hope your son is okay and everything else will be in the end. I'd like to offer my own 'wreck during Christmas' parable.

My senior year in high school - I was know to be a fairly literate person - in fact, in the day before e-mail and blogs, I had a mass distribution letter to several friends et al which chronicled everything I did and my loves and wants. People at school would always ask for my "letter" and they would always try to figure out if I was talking about them (again sort of talking in blogger code). It got widely popular.

For Christmas gifts, I would commonly leave interesting paperback books gifts to my distribution - and, as with the letter, leave it on people's doorsteps in the middle of the night. On one such patrol, but this time at dusk, I left the book, which I think at this time was "I'm Ok, if you're Ok" on one gal's doorstep and I later drove by to see if she picked it up.

Only to find myself slammed into a parked car on the street directly across from her house. And this was Christmas Eve.

I had to go in and apologize prophetically to these people settling down to a nice Xmas Eve dinner that I just ran into their car because I was looking at a doorstep across the street instead of the road. And then I had to call my Dad to get the car towed and.... well you know.

The O'Henry twist to the story is that what I wanted for my car was a tape deck and that is what I recieved the next day - for a car that would be in the shop for the next few weeks. If only I asked for hair.

The moral to the story is - "it will get better - it was an accident". There was nothing worse than staring in my father's eyes and trying to enjoy Christmas Eve in this light at 17. The lowest.

And I will happily be at his house this year some 30 years later.

7:17 PM  
Blogger little sister said...

hey, wordchica, thanks for stopping by my rambling space of the blogosphere! Sorry it's taken me like a month to acknowledge it :-\

I can so relate to the panicky feeling that everything is late...only 9 days to go, and I don't even have family coming to visit or anything - but I have 3 pitch-ins at work (Dewey Screwum & Howe is a very large law firm) and tons o' gifts to mail to mi hija and mi seeester (that's a long-standing joke I might blog about some day).

As to why I blog, the short story is I stumbled into an Iraqi blog and started reading a few of those (they're on my bloglist). So I started some anti Big Brother blog (thus my monniker, little sister), but I'm not really that intellectual or involved in the world at large, so I dropped all of that and started a blog about stoopid things that keep me up at night, and because I'm older and need more antioxidants, my blog is oxidized insomniac.

you're right...comments are the gateway drug...and now I'm so overwhelmed with all of my life that I haven't posted pix to my flickr account in almost a month. I have to be back at it soon, though...it's one of the things that got me my fantastic Mr. Wonderful! besides, flickr is awholenother drug in the blogosphere. I'd warn you not to start, but it's too much fun, so go ahead if you haven't already.

hope you have a great day...it's time for me to get ready to go to the chiropractor (chronic pain is such the hooker ass bitch of the year!).

4:18 AM  
Blogger little sister said...

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4:18 AM  
Blogger little sister said...

sorry for posting and removing....my lazy finger hit the publish key twice (doh!).

4:19 AM  
Blogger Shrinking Violet said...

Why do I blog?? To get things off my chest. A lame attempt at creativity. Because Dooce was so great. Because I want a distraction. Because someone said "come on in, the water's fine"!

6:57 AM  
Anonymous TB said...

Wordgirl. Sorry you are having so much stress lately. I hope your son is alright.

I started blogging for the exact same reason as you did. Dooce was one of the first blogs I read regularly, along with Darn Tootin. And I was blown away by their writing and their openness about their lives and problems.

I write all day long for work, but it is dull, boring and repetitive and does not give me an outlet for creativity.

I blog as a creative release and also because it is cheaper than therapy.

The amazing people that I have "met" online keep me coming back every day.

8:19 AM  
Blogger mama_tulip said...

Sorry to hear about your son's accident. Glad that everyone is OK, but not really the sort of thing you need when you've got a bazillion things going on and it's Christmas next week.

I'm a writer by trade and by heart. I've written all my life and have always kept a journal. When my mom died three years ago I stopped writing completely. I couldn't do it. I knew one day the desire would come back to me so I didn't sweat it. And after I popped out my second kid, lo and behold, I wanted to write again. But I'm too lazy to sit down and write, you know, with a pen, and strangely enough I don't have the time for that anymore. So I started a blog.

8:51 AM  
Blogger Brooke said...

Hoping your son is well and all is better for you at this stressful time.

Started blogging a few months ago. I went out on disability due to the enormous stress and toll that was taken out on my body and soul from my hideous job.

I needed an outlet and amazingly, it was my old staff that convinced me to write.

I get the feeling that most of us chose it as the way to let out the feelings and thoughts that had bottled up with nowhere else to go.

8:56 AM  
Blogger Arabella said...

I hope your son is okay. I also love Dooce, and I started blogging after becoming a huge fan of her and Finslippy. I also wanted to hone my own writing skills, and wanted to have just such a project and a way of communicating with others with whom I have certain things in common and, in other ways, completely different lives. I also need a little bit of an ego boost stemming from positive feedback and I need to develop a thicker skin in response to negative feedback.

Will you post the fireplace pics when you're done?

9:15 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Glad to hear your son is okay! I know what hell I put my mom through with repeated car wrecks. I'm sorry you have to suffer that too.

I started reading blogs the weekend after the Blog-Her conference this year, and all of these incredible women writers were gushing all over each other, I just had to see what the fuss was all about. Then, soon after, I got a sexy little Mac-mini and I had to have some excuse for sitting here and staring at it all day. But most of all, it's hard to go all day without speaking to adults or forming coherent, creative thoughts, and my blog allows me to do both. In my pajamas.

9:28 AM  
Blogger wordgirl said...

Yes...I'll put up a pic of the finished fireplace. It's looking pretty good, though nothing like the pic of the one I posted earlier. That one had a different kind of framework and the tiles were smaller. I'm using different kinds of tiles...some taken from old houses on the verge of demolition. Some are already pre-made and some I trimmed down using a tile cutter. Glass tile and porcelain. I'm using small beads and pennies with the years when all of my kids were born as well as the year when my husband and I met and the year we married.

9:33 AM  
Blogger DebbieDoesLife said...

You ARE crazy. Can't wait to see the fireplace though.

Bummer about the car and the kiddo. Glad he's okay though. I just keep knocking on wood here with mine.

Why blog? Why not? Seriously, frustrated writer with way too many opinions. But hey, opinions are like assholes - everybody's got one.

My cards are done, finished, mailed.

12:10 PM  
Blogger Ditsy Chick said...

I am glad your son is okay. I will know all about debtors prison in about 10 years... I have 3 boys!

I started blogging because my best friend got me stuck on Dooce. She then started her own blog and I could not resist. I am an observer and I thought others might like to read about my observations. I also wanted to keep in touch with family and friends.

I spend hours and hours reading and commenting on blogs. I like reading and commenting as much as blogging and I really love comments on my posts! I am addicted, I need an intervention.

3:43 PM  
Blogger Plain Jane said...

I tried to read Dooce, but frankly, couldn't keep up with the onslaught of posts - that was a long time ago. I have a hard time keeping up with sites that post frequently in one day or are innundated with comments from others - I get all wrapped up in trying to be up on everything and wind up getting nowhere! *heh*

For me, I blogged privately for about a year before a lone soul found me... and shared me with others. Now he's gone and I still write for myself, but I am glad to be a part of a community that is so fluid and diverse.

I'm glad to have found you as well. :)

6:40 PM  
Blogger Misfit Hausfrau said...

First of all, glad to hear the kids are all OK.
I had never read a blog until I picked up one of those annoying parenting magazines that get sent to your home for free after a baby is born. They usually go straight in the trash, but something on the cover must have appealed to me that day. In it was an article about Mommy Blogs and I read about Corporate Mommy (http://corporatemommy.mu.nu). The next day I started my own blog. It has been great therapy and a fun way to express myself.

BTW--Here's a six degrees FYI-A couple of our friends in Pittsburgh are close friends with Michael Chabon--I guess one of them befriended him in college (they are all comic book freaks.) He's even a character in the book, Mysteries of Pittsburgh. They both also worked on his film, Wonder Boys. I am done name dropping now.

12:59 AM  
Anonymous Monique said...

I read Dooce. I started blogging because a friend was doing it. She's since stopped and I'm still going full speed ahead.

4:24 PM  
Blogger mrtl said...

Same as you! About a year ago now someone on a Yahoo! group mentioned Dooce's blog. About a month after that I discovered her comments, made many "friends," and started blogging for myself. It's a nice outlet for the crazy stuff that goes on in my head.

8:07 PM  
Blogger Orange said...

I, too, am a blogoholic. I admit it. I am powerless to resist the lure of posting, commenting, and reading.

I started out by reading One Good Thing (and coincidentally met Flea at her kid's birthday party), then traveled to other blogs on her blogroll, such as Bitch Ph.D., then started following people home from their comments at Bitch Ph.D., and then got nudged by one of those bloggers to start my own blog, and the rest rolled out from there. And here I am. Two blogs, and no remaining free time because I fritter away the hours in the blogosphere! (I haven't even started sending out Xmas cards yet. Bad girl!)

8:16 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

Why do I blog? Because I like to be read, and I like to write. Because there's alot of heartlessness out there, whether conservative or liberal, and someone has to speak out. Otherwise, it's a good hobby.

6:14 AM  
Blogger Dan said...

I believe you answered my question.

9:46 AM  

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