iPhone Fun

My dad bought me an iPhone. (Thanks, Dad!) and I absolutely love the thing.

Since jumping on the Twitter bandwagon, my blog has kind of died off. I post occasionally. But not with the same frequency as before.

One reason for the Twitter-induced coma that my blog has fallen into is the simple fact that I could tweet from ANYWHERE, updating my status from my phone. It was far easier to tweet than to blog. (Not to mention, the 140-character limitation made the constant updates fit quite easily into my busy schedule.)

Well… Now that I have my iPhone, I can also blog from anywhere. I can’t make any promises… But it seems likely that I might begin blogging more frequently.

If this does happen, my posts will probably be shorter than usual. (Probably to the betterment of my blog.) And… They will probably be riddled with typing errors. My grammar may even suffer due to the change of pace and weird changes that I might make without really paying attention to what I have done. (Probably to the betterment of my condition as a grammar snob and recovering perfectionist.)

We shall see…

Not Forgotten

I haven’t forgotten that my blog exists. Well… maybe I kind of did.

In any case, I still think of myself as “one who blogs”. And I will eventually do the blogging to back that up. I think.

FIRST, though, in writing ventures… the overdue newsletter. Oh-so-overdue.

Random String of Emotions

I wanted to write a post about the things that are on my mind. I was going to call it “Grateful” because I am full of gratitude right now.

Then I realized that a lot of what was on my mind was really intimidating and I was scared. Change of plans: I was going to call it “Grateful & Scared”.

Then I realized that a lot of what was on my mind was…

I could keep going like this for a while. We’ll just stop there and sum it up with this: I am feeling A LOT of emotions right now. (I’m feeling. Let’s just pause for a moment to thank the Lord for that one. My heart is alive. So very alive. That wasn’t always true.)

When I said that I would stop there and sum it up, I didn’t mean to stop the entire post. At least I didn’t think that I did.

I started to write about the things that are on my mind.

I realized that this wasn’t stuff to blog about. Not yet.

I highlighted and deleted huge chunks of text.

I stopped and realized that there was nothing left but a play-by-play skeletal description of an event that was never allowed to… happen. Happening is to events as living is to organisms. It seems that there was no event after all.

The post could not bear witness, itself, to the fact that it nearly existed. It could not bear witness because it did not exist. Nonexistent anythings are nothing at all. Something must exist to truly be or do anything.

I judged it as right to leave this. I saw it fitting to leavesome evidence of a thing that nearly existed but was never allowed.

Here this is. And here that isn’t.

Or is it?

Reservedly Transparent – Honest & Open

This is a continuation of the thought I began to develop in my last post. As I have already said in that post:

I tend to be a fairly transparent and open person. … I somehow simultaneously manage to be fairly quiet and reserved in the midst of that transparency.

The last post discussed the quiet end of this supposed duality. This post explores the excessively honest end.

Reservedly Transparent – Silent & Vague

I tend to be a fairly transparent and open person. I guess I usually figure that I don’t have much to lose if people know the truth. I somehow simultaneously manage to be fairly quiet and reserved in the midst of that transparency.

? – I’m not quite sure how that works.

When I am quiet, it’s usually for one of two reasons: 1. What is on my mind and in my heart cannot appropriately be expressed. 2. I don’t have anything to say.

Oooh… what’s that frisbee-looking thing?

I just jumped on here to write a really quick I’m-still-alive post when I saw something that looked like a happy red frisbee in the media menue above the post text box.

Naturally, I was quite excited to see something that looked like a frisbee. I thought, “Wow… can I add a frisby to my post now?” So I decided to scroll over the pretty little red disk to see what it really was.

“Add Poll”

Yeah… that was disappointing.

As much as it falls short of the glories of a blog frisbee, I thought I would still give the poll thing a try. I don’t really have any brilliant ideas for the poll. (Believe me… I would have put a frisbee to much better use.)

So… here it is… my new poll:

My Other Blog

OK, so the blog I am about to write about isn’t actually mine. But I kind of treat it like my own.

Earlier today, I told Amanda, “I think I write more on _______’s blog than I do my own.”

Of course, we quickly established that this is not true. I blog more than that. However… it may be true that I write on his blog more than he does. I mean… my comments frequently surpass the length of the posts that provoked them. Fortunately, his follow-up comments do as well. Which is a good thing. Or the world might think that I was trying to take over his blog.

Anyway, there is a reason that I write so much in response to those posts. They’re basically brilliant. (Though frequently wrong. Can you be wrong and brilliant at the same time? I would like to think so. I do it all the time. I mean, I’m not wrong all the time. But… well, I’m just going to stop right there, before further contradicting or incriminating myself in wrongness.)

(Oh wait. I’m not done being parenthetical… When I say that his posts are frequently wrong, I mostly have in mind his conclusions about celery.)

Basically, this is one of the most brilliant blogs I have ever read. He doesn’t write often enough. But what he does write is absolutely worth reading. So go read a bit.

I proudly introduce you to my friend, S. Hamley Bildebrandt.

Puzzling

There are some things that I may never understand. Like my blog stats.

Take, for example, the downward-sloping zig-zag action of the last week:

It certainly baffles me.

Not Back Yet

I jumped on wordpress to skim a few blogs today. I have neither the time nor the mental capacity to actually read them. And certainly not to read to the point where I felt even remotely “caught up” in the blog world. But I could at least skim so that I had an idea of what I was missing.

OK… back to the point. The first two posts to appear at the top of my reader said something about a return to the land of blogs. “I’m back online.” “… back to the web-writing-world” (or something along those lines).

And it made me sad.

I’m not back. I’m not even close to being back. But, oh, how I long to be back. How I miss my little home in blogland. Where I write… and my ideas get out of my head and into some semi-tangible form that possesses the quality of greater permanence. When… all of those good things are happening… all those good things that blogging does for me. Whatever they are.

I’ll be back someday, I’m sure. I think. I hope. I… wonder.

TERRIBLE… but Really Great

My life has been a little too hectic lately to sit down and blog. It is a fact that makes me sad (for more reasons than one). But, being fact and all… it is what it is.

Here is a rough outline of what I have been up to.

June 14-15 –> Switch to days by staying up all night
June 16 –> Get the store ready for me to be gone for 5 days
June 17-18 –> Warehouse inventory; continue prepping store for absence; rush packing 
June 19-23 –> In Alabama, Mississippi, and Tennessee with Eddie James (long and tiring trip)
June 24-25 –> Manager meeting; catch up from absence from store; prepare for inventory; schedule adjustments
June 26-28 –> Fascinate ‘08 Conference that my boss is letting me take off to recover… praise the Lord.
June 29-July 2 –> INVENTORY (long days… one of the two major bookstore events of the year)
July 2-July 9 –> Texas and Alabama with Eddie James