of little minds. Darned if I can remember what it is.
But incoherent thought is the hobgoblin of tired minds. So is forgetting words at odd hours. Overexhaustion causes writing at late hours...
I made it through another day! Yea! 3 children to bed, one dog walked and fed - also 9 chickens, 2 bunnies and 3 cats cared for (with help from kids). Fish are neglected, but seem none the worse. One soccer practice achieved (10 mins late) and everyone fed, though not in that order. 2 kids bathed, most homework fini. Only two time outs tonight, and none for me!
I walked, I worked and I herded kids through the evening routine. I hit the wall at 4:00. That's p.m.
Why isn't motherhood in the Olympics? Talk about an endurance test.
My other big question of the night is: Why would anyone want to read the musings of a Mom/career woman?* I suspect only my friends will, uh, lurk this site
I do like the concept of blogging, although the tone is tough to pin down. Who is the audience? It isn't secure, so someone running "hobgoblins", for instance, could find it on Google, eventually. hmmm... Do I care?
I did find a friend's blog last month because she reviewed a knitting store - of all things. The store's name was all I had to search by, so her blog popped up in my search! It was kinda freaky... first realizing that I know her, then reading her entries, like peering in her closet or something.
She writes in a very diary-like style and I have to assume that she doesn't mind if anyone reads of her trials and tribulations. It held me because it was personal - and because I know her. I've even gone back to see what else she has to say.
If I didn't know her, would I have been as interested? There's a name for this phenomenon in physics. (If I can find my rocket scientist friend from high school, maybe he'll tell me what it is... ) Something about the observer always impacts the experiment, so results are never entirely "objective".
Anyway, maybe anonymity is the hobgoblin of blogs.
Content is usually a breeze for me. No writer's block here (conjures the image of a huge white block on a writer's desk). Bad writing maybe, parentheses and babbling, but man does it always flow!!
Here are some of the topics I'd like to write about : Babies; nursing; raising children; politics - international and American; environmental issues; diplomacy; animals - esp. horses, at the moment; at-risk kids and our burgeoning prison populations; cultural cities - how to define; Po Bronson and his work (book: What Should I do With my Life? (excellent); writing; parentheticals; quality of life - how to define it, how to achieve and maintain it; healing and loss; suicide; humour and laughter as conduits for the soul; spirituality - Jewish and other; Evolution, sex and sensuality. There were others on my list: Howard Dean, Dub-ya's Disaster (I predict this administration's tenure will mark the most damaging in the 21st century - on many levels), Art. Knitting, yarn, spinning, knitting.
This seems more than enough for now.
Let the blogging begin.
*Not sure how this works but I wanted to comment that of course I know - we all know - why people read other people's stuff - like any good primate, we're curious. It's hard-wired to want to Know. Gossip, peeping toms, spectators at sports or car accidents - we want to see what is going on. And the more hidden it is supposed to be, the more intrigued we are. So if blogging is a form of public electronic journalling, it meets two fundamental human needs - expression and knowing.
From NPR.org:
David D'Arcy profiles Savina Yannatou, a classically trained Greek singer whose first American-released CD, Terra Nostra, features music from the Mediterranean basin, sung in various languages. It includes the music of the Sephardic Jews, as well as songs from France and the British Isles. Yannatou's background is in experimental music and jazz.