Weblog 15
February 27, 2006~ 6:15pm
Making some drastic changes to my blog ("Saying It Right Out Loud")- where the audio files were kept----just got sick of blogging, period. It began to feel compulsory to me, and that's the death knell for anything I do.
What sound poem recordings I've made will go into their own page on my regular website. (Not tonight, but eventually.) I did a lot of plowing up of old ground. It started this afternoon, actually, when I realized that anything you say may be cut and pasted elsewhere as some sort of 'poem'. My feelings are- if you want something somewhere, you'll PUT it there YOURSELF. God! I just hate that mindset-- that's it's all just "one freewheeling, creative stew".
The point is, I post the places I post for a lot of reasons, and I avoid places for other reasons, but it's essential to me that it's my own choice. As it happens, the comment I made (that ended up as a 'poem' elsewhere) happened to fall under a absolute piece of trash that I found offensive in the extreme: don't like the poet, didn't care for the smutty subject and wouldn't have chosen to post there of my own volition-- certainly not in that company. So why hijack the poor little sincerely-meant comment from somewhere else and plop it right in the middle ot that shit? To top it off, some smartass took exception to my going in to ask the administrator to please remove it. (It had to be done by the administrator because the damn place allows 'anonymous posting'- another thing I hate- and for that very reason: I had no idea who the smartass was. Things like that tick me off.) Anyway, the commenter suggested that perhaps I was afraid the 'New Yorker' had dibs on it. Really pissed me off. I didn't ask to be in their lunatic forum....
That tore it for me. Had to get out and do some deletions and closing down things, etc.- and as I thought about it- off the blog circut as well. Too many of the same group who've gone out of their way to show me just how uninteresting they think my writing is hang around Blogger as well, so here I am. I can take a hint -(if you hit me over the head long enough) and here I'll remain: at Shortal, at Invisionfree's Orphaned Poets board, and in my angelfire pages which can't be added to or altered by anyone.
Here's to privacy and integrity of content. Here's to being untied once again. Karen is officially unhitched.
March 1, 2006~ 10:45pm
Finished changing the blog-- not ditching it altogether because there are some very special people attached to that whole gamut at well. At least in Orphans, I have total blocking power and that's what I was looking for. After the last 4 months, there are some I honestly never want to look at a line of mine again. Goofy as it sounds, I'll rest easier knowing there are some solid walls and distance.
Yesterday and part of today, I had a bird stuck in my chimney. His ragged, frantic flapping drove me to an early bed last night-- with earplugs, and today I couldn't stand to hear that poor trapped thing so I lured the cats into the bathroom with a treat, and opened the flue. (all the while scared to death it was going to fly out in my FACE...
OR BE AN OWL....
Nope. Here he is: a stubby, wee fella' with a pointy orange beak. I am not Audubon, so I have no idea what kind of bitty blackbird it is.
Cute as the dickens, isn't he? LOL! It took a good 20 minutes to get him to go out the propped open back door. Columbia Gas of Pennsylvania should be very pleased with him- I only thought to turn my thermostat down all the way just before he escaped. Last I saw, old 'Homey' was treking toward my neighbor's bird feeder, walking like he just got back from a vacation in Florida, kind of a confident sloooooooow strut.
March 3, 2006~ 5:30am
Friday at last! Wheeeee!! Lots of water under the bridge, flowing swiftly and smoothly now- work wrapped up for another month, and looking forward to the weekend. Plus....
I have the words of George Bush to spur me on to bigger and brighter tomorrows. (Now I don't mean to suggest that the man is a "Trekkie", but his thoughts seem mighty Roddenberry-ish...)
"It's time for the human race to enter the solar system." It's amazing what comes out of that golden-spooned mouth.......next, we'll hear, "Top of the world, Ma!".........and.....b-e-e-y-o-n-d. LOL!!! Have a good weekend.
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Making some drastic changes to my blog ("Saying It Right Out Loud")- where the audio files were kept----just got sick of blogging, period. It began to feel compulsory to me, and that's the death knell for anything I do.
What sound poem recordings I've made will go into their own page on my regular website. (Not tonight, but eventually.) I did a lot of plowing up of old ground. It started this afternoon, actually, when I realized that anything you say may be cut and pasted elsewhere as some sort of 'poem'. My feelings are- if you want something somewhere, you'll PUT it there YOURSELF. God! I just hate that mindset-- that's it's all just "one freewheeling, creative stew".
The point is, I post the places I post for a lot of reasons, and I avoid places for other reasons, but it's essential to me that it's my own choice. As it happens, the comment I made (that ended up as a 'poem' elsewhere) happened to fall under a absolute piece of trash that I found offensive in the extreme: don't like the poet, didn't care for the smutty subject and wouldn't have chosen to post there of my own volition-- certainly not in that company. So why hijack the poor little sincerely-meant comment from somewhere else and plop it right in the middle ot that shit? To top it off, some smartass took exception to my going in to ask the administrator to please remove it. (It had to be done by the administrator because the damn place allows 'anonymous posting'- another thing I hate- and for that very reason: I had no idea who the smartass was. Things like that tick me off.) Anyway, the commenter suggested that perhaps I was afraid the 'New Yorker' had dibs on it. Really pissed me off. I didn't ask to be in their lunatic forum....
That tore it for me. Had to get out and do some deletions and closing down things, etc.- and as I thought about it- off the blog circut as well. Too many of the same group who've gone out of their way to show me just how uninteresting they think my writing is hang around Blogger as well, so here I am. I can take a hint -(if you hit me over the head long enough) and here I'll remain: at Shortal, at Invisionfree's Orphaned Poets board, and in my angelfire pages which can't be added to or altered by anyone.
Here's to privacy and integrity of content. Here's to being untied once again. Karen is officially unhitched.
March 1, 2006~ 10:45pm
Finished changing the blog-- not ditching it altogether because there are some very special people attached to that whole gamut at well. At least in Orphans, I have total blocking power and that's what I was looking for. After the last 4 months, there are some I honestly never want to look at a line of mine again. Goofy as it sounds, I'll rest easier knowing there are some solid walls and distance.
Yesterday and part of today, I had a bird stuck in my chimney. His ragged, frantic flapping drove me to an early bed last night-- with earplugs, and today I couldn't stand to hear that poor trapped thing so I lured the cats into the bathroom with a treat, and opened the flue. (all the while scared to death it was going to fly out in my FACE...
OR BE AN OWL....
Nope. Here he is: a stubby, wee fella' with a pointy orange beak. I am not Audubon, so I have no idea what kind of bitty blackbird it is.
Cute as the dickens, isn't he? LOL! It took a good 20 minutes to get him to go out the propped open back door. Columbia Gas of Pennsylvania should be very pleased with him- I only thought to turn my thermostat down all the way just before he escaped. Last I saw, old 'Homey' was treking toward my neighbor's bird feeder, walking like he just got back from a vacation in Florida, kind of a confident sloooooooow strut.
March 3, 2006~ 5:30am
Friday at last! Wheeeee!! Lots of water under the bridge, flowing swiftly and smoothly now- work wrapped up for another month, and looking forward to the weekend. Plus....
I have the words of George Bush to spur me on to bigger and brighter tomorrows. (Now I don't mean to suggest that the man is a "Trekkie", but his thoughts seem mighty Roddenberry-ish...)
"It's time for the human race to enter the solar system." It's amazing what comes out of that golden-spooned mouth.......next, we'll hear, "Top of the world, Ma!".........and.....b-e-e-y-o-n-d. LOL!!! Have a good weekend.
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