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Blaming Poverty on the Poor

 

Give us your deprived, your malleable muddled masses 
hoping for a gentler taskmaster 
Welcome to the multi-trillion dollar industry, Poverty 
A.K.A, cheapest labor force 

Poverty works, never ever unemployed 
A much needed commodity to justify 
White-collar crime classes 
Teaching dastardly deeds—to procure monetary needs- 
fostering avarice greed 

Give us your deprived, your malleable muddled masses 
hoping for a gentler taskmaster 
Welcome to the multi-trillion dollar industry, Poverty 
A.K.A., cheapest labor force 

Poverty creates jobs for those financing the societal 
Institution of ya godda pay more taxes 
Blaming Poverty on the poor 
Look! what Enron did to those less fortunate 
Blaming Poverty on the poor 

Did not corporations want a billion dollar welfare check 
Blaming Poverty on the poor 
Blaming Poverty on the poor 

Give us your deprived, your malleable muddled masses 
hoping for a gentler taskmaster 
Welcome to the multi-trillion dollar industry, Poverty 
A.K.A., cheapest labor force 

No penance just punishment augmenting the pillar of economic pillaging 
Poor people put in the pillory from the political pulpit 

Poverty is prime property 
Poverty pimps portrayed as political preachers purely punitive but polite 
The pluralization of Poverty provides prestige of the patricians 

Poverty, the promissory note from the bureaucratic infidel 
The Truth will tell—the truth will tell 
Poverty the patriotic prisoner on trial for treason 

Copyright 2001 
 
Josephine DixonBanks 

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Fiction Friday post

I was just notified of something called "Fiction Friday" via my Write Anything feed.  So I thought I would spare five or ten minutes and see what I came up with to participate.  The results are below, and I have abided by the rules they are just as I wrote them.  I'll reread it sometime whan and if I get any comments.

Alice tried to remember who had given her the key but as she felt the smoothly worn edge and the smooth leather fob against her palm she was reassured by the weight of it.  Depressing the button at the other end of the key and activating the wireless signal the thrill ran through her in seeming reponse to the signal as she saw the yellow blinking that signalled to her which car unlocked.  She approached the gleaming yellow sports car with a sense of mounting excitement, although she was in her thirty second year she had never driven any kind of performance car before.  But here before her, crouching like an animal ready to pounce, was a Lotus Elise.

The door openned easily and she lowered herself carefully to the interior.  At once she was aware of being extremely close to the surface of the garage, and of reclining far more than she was used to.  The atmosphere within the car intensified as she closed the door and slid the safety belt over her body to secure herself.  Sliding the key home and turning it she could feel her pulse quicken.  As the key turned the car seemed to come to life before her, flickering indications of readiness showing themseves on the dashboard.  She turned the key before she lost her nerve and the engine caught immediately.  Tentatively she allowed her foot to press the accelerator and the response was a throaty growl and a vibration through the bodywork that hinted already of a controlled power, she thought to herself that perhaps this feeling was what people meant when they spoke of the "need for speed".

Alice lowered the handbrake and slipped the clutch to engage the power as she accelerated.  The effect was immediate and breathtaking; pushed back into her seat the car gave every appearance of eating the road ahead with a ravenous appetite.  She slipped immediately into second gear and steered her way down the ramp to leave the garage and join the highway.  Then moving through the gears she rapidly picked up speed and exhilarated in the grace of the car as it clung to the road and made light work of every twist and turn despite the increasingly rapid progress she was making.

Alice could not remember who had given her the key, and it no longer seemed to matter to her, she immersed herself in the pure exhilaration of moving through the world as quickly, precisely, and smoothly, as she could.  She would remember when the drive ended.  She would find out who gave her the key then drive to them - but for now she was lost in the experience of the drive.  They say life is not a destination but a journey.  For these moments Alice's life existed purely in the travelling and all her other thoughts were cast aside.

Work, friends, and charity.

Today was undeniably a good day.  After taking my daughter to school and almost being late on account of a missing school jumper which was discovered at the eleventh hour to have been discarded under the hand brake the previous afternoon I meandered along to do a little work.  When I say work, this is not what you could call employment.  Once a week or so I help out a retired gentleman who is coming to grips with a laptop, email, and the internet.  He has made great strides and when I arrived was grappling with the BBC's radio "listen again" service.  I had thought this would be of interest to him earlier, so it was nice to see he had found the facility for himself.  A shame only one of the programs he wanted seemed to be available, we had to report the other missing.

On getting home I was getting ready to cycle over to Islington for a lunch with Marmite Lover, when I took a 'phone call.  I thought it would be a friend calling me back, but it turned out to be a telephone fund raising canvasser for the Childrens Society, whom I used to donate to in the past (when I was working).  I'm not ex-directory, but I had moved so I was mildly impressed they were organised enough to follow up on that.  I explained my circumstances, but at the same time the lady was most persuasive and told me that every five minutes a child "runs away".  I did say that I was not sure about statistics and that perhaps some of these children were not runaways, but returned home.  In any event, when there is no money coming in there is no money to give out, but I said I would give what I could as and when I could.  It occurred to me that something I could do was invite others to give though, so I promised her I would put a button and a link on my blog. So I have. It is there now.

It was a glorious day for cycling, bright sun but not too warm.  So the ride across London was a real pleasure.  I always try to vary my route and crossed Waterloo Bridge heading out and Blackfriars on my return.  Thanks to a mislaid Oyster card I had some time to kill around Chapel Street Market and managed to find a few things I needed going cheap.  Retail therapy always works best for me in charity shops and the like.  On this occasion I acquired some specs to keep the dust out when I cycle, a DVD for my daughter, some bargain teaspoons I can use for her packed lunches, and believe it or not my first Christmas present purchase!  I felt quite bad about that, it used to be a golden rule for me not to buy any presents or much else Christmas related until my birthday had passed on the twelth.  In any case, my daughters mum will be getting a bright pink labelling gizmo, which is brand new in a blister pack and was going for a fiver in a charity shop.  I always check out the charity shops in the more affluent areas, usually they have rich pickings.  An ex acquired me a leather jacket that way for five or ten pounds in Kensington and it's still going strong ten years on.

Sunshine and a half of beer and the prospect of lunch meant I was in a good mood when Marmite Lover turned up.  It's the first time I have met a fellow denizen of the blogosphere and it was great fun. Lunch was a pleasant Chinese buffet with some green tea.  We had plenty to talk about and a lot of shared memories.  I think she is the first person I have met who also saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show in the Kings Road with Tim Curry and Meatloaf.  My uncle took me when I was fourteen and I'm not sure I appreciated it at the time, but I do now.  We had even both had an American Burger nearby, back then such things were a novelty in London, perhaps simply from being similar ages and having parents who let us do pretty much what we wanted to.  We talked about all sorts of things, I found myself telling stories about my youth which I thought were fairly hum drum.  I'm not sure if that was just because to me they are old tales, things I have told friends and people before.  Perhaps to me these memories have become dulled by time.  She was quick to point out to me though that this would make really good subject matter for blog postings.  I cannot help but agree, there is no substitute for hearing from a reader, and another blogger probably gives you some real ideas.  I tend to regard her own blog as a pretty good role model for any aspiring blogger.

I have offered my technical assistance for adding buttons or widgets to her blog.  Of course the setup for Blogger.com is probably more restrictive than my own arrangement with the site hosted on my own server, but I can try out things and see what works.  I like it when I can offer to help people in return for their feedback.  The world would go around a lot more smoothly with a little more cooperation and a little less competition I think.  I keep draft posts pinned on my blog with lists of things it occurs to me to poat about.  These lists seem to get longer and longer though!  Immediately I got back from lunch I dashed off a list of some eight ideas, all of which had come up in conversation over lunch.  So I shall be aiming to make a few nostalgic posts in the future, to ge out of the rut of the hum drum accounts of another day.  Today was a good day and I wanted to just write about it.  It's really nice when you think you've found a new friend.  It's really nice when the sun shines on you.  And it's nice when you feel that your efforts are actually getting you somewhere.

Tomorrow I have to sign on.... I have been wondering what they would say at the job centre in November if I told them I was writing a novel when they asked how my job hunt was going?  I am still not receiving my full benefits despite sending a statement to Belfast THREE times... this is since July, so I am hoping they will backdate it whenever they finally deal with my revised circumstances.

Historic things to blog about

things to blog about:-

toggle sidebar blog ides - chyrp?

BUGLIFE

German architecture - cf gaudi

Liz Williams

Humans will not evolve further

tag maelstrom

possessive girlfriends

three strikes and you're in (my blogroll)

hrabbit quote (extract kids) - bash.org (to links)

Site "Easter eggs" (CF XFN friendly tag on blogroll)

libraries - Indie online 9/10

thought for the day 8/10 - "forgive our debts as we forgive our debtors" (CF - fRA blog post)

Orange prize and gender bias in publishing (CF blogging)

poetryiamwriting site idea

Google cautionary tale - Edith!

Ephemera (poem) - scattered poem linkage...

Chomosomal inheritance (boys like mother, girls like father)

procrastination versus reward

out of work

flavours of blog

process of writing (Esp. preparation VIZ NaNoWriMo)

http://www.juliettepochin.com/

Parenting and benefit and me

New Deal - parenting thing, highly political, outsourcing - not 10% but 40%

Childrens time perception and heartbeat etc

cybersex stuff - http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/features/cybersex-rules-inside-the-world-of-lsquoteledildonics-1027699.html

[[The Archers]]

CD prism stack/rainbow pic (Chirp blog?)

Twitter - feed/guide http://www.caroline-middlebrook.com/blog/twitter-guide/

comments system (WHEN if overhaul especially)

EVEN OLDER (Historic in terms of my life)

Dizzies boogie woogie

Great gigs I have known (oh so many!)

Hood fair

Roger Wilkins cider farm and Joe Strummer

Roundhouse days

 - overheads

 - naked man art

Rocky Horror in Kings Road

Meeting John Lydon

The Glastonbury bread man?  That was me!

Mental health and asylum years

cycling stories (London to Plymouth and London to Brighton)

Carl North

 

 

Thoughts on being "published"

Why the quotes, you may ask?  Well, I have been thinking that writing a blog is a little similar to zero-cost vanity pubishing.  A large part of the impetus for me to start blogging came from a desire to have some sort of motivation for me to write.  I plan to participate in [[NaNoWriMo]] and am hoping that after November I shall continue to write.  One of my poems (albeit a piece of [[doggerel]]) has already appeared in my blog.  I have addd a number of links to writers resources to my links page and several on my blogroll are there in connection with writing.

But despite all of that my feelings about being published are ambivalent and contradictory. I will openly admit that I pretty much detest J.K. Rowling.  She and Jodi Piccoult might make good examples to typify publication that I feel sense of dismay rather than any cause for celebration.  I do not see them as role model authors, though many would (presumably their agents especially!).  J.M. Coetze, Joseph Heller, the late Kurt Vonnegut, and even Hemmingway and the like - these I hold in high regard.  But they did not shy away from publication.  Perhaps it is a luxury and a vanity to shun publication?  Perhaps I have some weird snobbery going on?

If I dig further back I hold as examples of greatness Swift, Shakespeare, and Goethe. Shakespeares primary medium was the play and for a play to be properly appreciated it must be performed.  For it to be performed publication is more or less required, though I am sure there are plenty of examples of plays being performed and passed on from word of mouth, but is that not a form of oral publication?  Swifts primary mediums were essays and books, and he has a much sharper political and journalistic mind, but there is no doubt he was a brilliant writer. I do not have any particularly negative figures in the past, perhaps they did not stand the test of time?  Will JK Rowling be remembered as more than a footnote in literature come 2200?  Only time shall tell and neither you nor I will ever know.

But thinking on these examples gives me some clue, and actually modifies my feelings about publication.  I recently attended a library visit by a recently published author.  She talked of her experience of the writing process.  Asides from a few cliches which she glossed over like "writing about what you know" I was rather engaged by her description of the process she experience - how she would always dedicate fixed time and attempt to engage in conversations with the characters in her novel, how she felt when she found herself dreaming of the characters, certain motifs and activities, such as the clothes and cooking in the book.  Overall it was a vivid description of not just creating and not especially crafting the book, but rather of animating, of bringing to life.  So surely a books life is incomplete if it belongs only to the author? Surely that is a little like [[Schroedingers cat]] and how can one know there is a novel in there or not?  Does not a piece of writing exist only in the mind, and is not the art of it for the writer to have something in their mind and then create something in the minds of the readers?

So perhaps publication is a "necessary evil"?  At least that's my thinking at the moment, that I need to overcome my scruples/foibles/reservations and embrace the possibility of publication wholeheartedly.  After all the prospect is quite likely a remote one.  And a pen name is always a possibility.... I think on making this post it becomes apparent that it is not the actual publication that bothers me, and hopefully not the associated criticism, I think it is the fear of being popular and populist.  I want my writing to transcend that.  But I do not want it to be especially exclusive.  Were I gifted enough, disciplined enough, and dedicated enough with a real talent then I would aspire towards being a poet perhaps, and I believe poetry lives more in the recitation that on the page.  I believe we all have to recite a poem as we read it to grasp it.  I enjoy poetry enough when it is done well to know that my talents in that regard are very limited and I am easily daunted by the prospect of attempting to produce something I feel deserves to be published.

I hope I shall not develop similar feelings about whatever writing I produce from NaNoWriMo.  We shall see.

Publication musings

I came across this post from Belletristic Blogette and it got me thinking.  I am proposing to do a great deal of writing in the rest of this year, but how do I feel about publication and what are my motives and expectations.

I have recently gathered that writers seeking publication are supposed to cultivate "a platform" - perhaps my blog will become that?  Something to bear in mind for the future...

 

Is it a blog without words?

No, I think not.  I think then it turns into a [[tumblelog]] or a [[stumbleupon]] or something.  So despite the late hour I shall pen a few words.  Today I think, fingers crossed, I have got the blogroll sorted, after more hours than I care to mention tinkering with the php.  It was a simple change, but took me an age.  Anyway, now I can order my blogroll as I choose and hopefully that will be the last we hear on the matter.  I seems to have my personal email is available to me again… But I seem to have to use Thunderbird to access it.  Which is no bad thing. It is a mystery what caused the blip, but I suspect the DNS changes which gave my blog quite a blip too.

Below you will see there has been a bit of a media explosion.  I got my mobile lead and a webcam back, so was able to upload the pics I mentioned from the carnival and capture my awful [Wordia] candidate entry for the word didactic.  The site seems to have some sort of problems, so the upload is not happening, but  it is there on YouTube and maybe it will get to Wordia someday, if they answer my question.

I've also spent a little time on my [[NaNoWriMo]] account and that's on the sidebar now too.  The aim is that I am going to write a novel in November.  I had an idea today, the only one so far for the writing.  It is just the germ of an idea at the moment.  I'm not sure if it will bear fruit.  My hope is that I could make a plot device or take some liberties with the literary form to intertwine a blog as a narrative device within a novel. As you may guess the idea is to make that blog actually be this one!  This would be a neat trick as it would mean I can continue to blog whilst working on the novel, and all the words here would also count towards the 50,000 required for NaNoWriMo.  It may make for an unusual blog archive for the month of November, we'll have to see how I can develope the idea.

Incidentally there's a spin off from NaNoWriMo calle NaBloPoMo... I'm still not sure about that one.  Perhaps I shall add it to the sidebar and participate.  It would be easy to do so during November, which is also their main month.  They just want a blog post every day for a month.  During the current month there is a theme and you are invited to blog on the subject of "voting".  I took the view this was a very American take on things and I would not like to be restricted in my blogging scope that way for a month.  But during November I gather there is no thematic requirement, so I may be up for that.

One of the reasons it is so late as to make this post dated the 7th is that  I had choir practice this evening.  I have added a brief excerpt from the piece, though this does not include the choral parts I have to sing it is quite beautiful.  If you'd like to hear the full recording it is available at the moment from a subsidiary page which you could hunt out via the ABOUT ME links, but I keep the audio on the blog shorter than the 130MB download the complete concert takes!

That's about it; a busy day all round.

Posting from a Library...

Right now I am in Castle Carey for the Childrens carnival later today. I shall try to get pictures onto my phone for later… it could be quite visually pleasing if the rain keeps off! This goes to show the blog addiction has hit hard, even though this offers a lovely quiet respite from the inevitable family drama as a bonus! I brought my laptop, but to hope for wireless access was expecting too much (it is pretty much a small rural town).

Anyway, with the country air I arose early. My father is quite the eccentric (you can see him and some of his poems from the "about me" link if you click on far enough and he has been moved to more traditional housing than his old beach hut on wheels!). So in his new abode he insists that visitors leave something in a Visitors Book provided for the purpose.

Arising early I found this book and the muse struck. Occasionally I may feature a poem in my Blog. BUT I am determined that it should not become exclusively a poetry nor exclusively a writing blog… So they will be tagged and archived in a manner of my choosing from time to time….

If there is no poem in this post it has obviously been done…. Likely gone on to a better place… But for the moment you will find it below:-

LOVE OF A POET
==============

Never love a poet
To love one is absurd
A poets love entirely
Being given to the word

Bad poets write of love
A moral for my daughter
Good poets love themselves
Like a fish loves water

The didactic part comes now
Not of love and not of poet
Of happiness and loving life
The poetry's in how you show it!

PAW 4/10/2008

Feeling bashful now - sigh.

As I say - you may have noticed a previous post that has now self-destucted, well think of that poem as being written in an ink that fades very fast, because it too will join collected and selected ephemera in the ether at a future time. Of course copies may have been taken, but I don't want to think about that… I'm weird and shy that way.

I am quite happy to blog and reveal my identity within the blog, but when it comes to publication in any traditional sense I would prefer a "nom de plume". If anyone cares to suggest suitable pen names in comments - that could be fun, perhaps. But please, no Tadalafil based etymology or themes! Oh I just thought, I really need to avoid mentioning the C word, V word or any other pharmacopoeia or else the spiders are going to mark me down down down!

I notice now that being in the library with a timer on my connection really focusses the mind! Perhaps I need to start introducing a fake similar system at home? No question of idling off away to tweaking little corners of the site or googling weird wikipedian linkage chains. Speaking of which I have turned on a Wiki markup (you'll find an example on the ABOUT DIDACTIC link for the word didactic). I've tried to make one on this post too (in the previous paragraph, for Tadalafil), but the internet and browser setup here may make this tricksome.

My next poem was intended to be titled "Ethereal Ephemera", but the muse does not respect my future titles and plans. So there we are. Or here we are.

I can certainly feel the chill of the new season with October, added to the chill of the countryside away from the city heat. The children taking part in the carnival should be fine however - the theme is "Teddy Bears Picnic" and they are all wearing furry outfits… This time the great family drama (there is ALWAYS one) was brewing about the "float" trolley upon which my great niece Jessica (13 months) is due to perch… Anyway, my father has become the grumpiest bear in town with the sorest head…. and now refuses to push the trolley or even lend them his drill to finish the work!!

Sigh - and now I have to proof read, correct, and return to the melée!

Thank goodness I can return to domestic blogging come Sunday night, only 30 hours of this to go!

 

Spam wonderful spam

OK so I just got my first comment spam.,... sort of makes me want to hide my blog under a frigging great bushel!  There's a positive side to everything though - and in this case it made me reread my first ever blog entry and particularly the closing remark... which was actually linked to this idea.  Now please bear with me, because what I should ideally like to do is take the concept to a whole new level.. in an ideal world I would like to promote people using words like obfuscate and defenestrate (someone should throw that word out the window, it's hardly ever useful!) into some other league at the same time as banning people who use any form of textual contraction (I refuse to say tee ex tee talk!).  So we form a new dictionary to assess literary intellectual achievement and build a meritocracy from it.. but how do we keep the scrabble players and chimpanzees out?  I need to think more.... NO I need to think less... Oh I am not sure... I'll be offline at the weekend and suffering withdrawal symptoms - if I can get online in Glastonbury it will be thanks to a ley line or two and I'll have to blog about them I suppose...  Oh dear I smell burning... which reminds me I am hungry!  I am serious here... this is not like the guy in IRC who announces the house is on fire!  Honest!  Anyway.... collective noun googling is not recommended for your mental health - but this was mildly amusing.  Wieder sehen pets!

Wench: Endearment or Insult?

Hill Avenue County Primary School Unofficial School Song 1970 (To the tune of Oh My Darling Clementine)

Build a bonfire, build a bonfire Put the teachers on the top Put the wenches1 on the bottom And burn the blum'in2 lot.

  1. With gusto
  2. or 'bloody' if feeling particularly brave and grown up

Here at Yampy we are planning to introduce pages specific to our male and female visitors respectively.

Question - could we, following the example of many a Black Country Pub loo sign, call the sections 'Chaps' and 'Wenches'?

The problem is the 'wench' word. To many locals it has always simply meant 'girl', and is just as likely to be used by a woman as a man. On the Black Country Bugle's home page for example, the writer calls herself a true Black Country wench. However, outside the West Midlands the word has had several connotations, including:

  1. A girl or (young) woman

  2. The same, but probably of low, peasant, or servant status

  3. A 'wanton woman'

  4. A black woman (U.S.)

The origin of wench is Anglo-Saxon; wencel, meaning child. It probably derives from the Old German winchan, to stagger or totter. Originally, it was applied to either sex, as was 'maid' (remember your old school German lessons, wondering why 'Maedchen' was a neuter noun?) and even 'girl'; to Chaucer, a 'yonge-girl' could easily be a boy, and a 'knave-girl' certainly was.

Shakespeare used the - by now exclusively female - word more than eighty times, often preceded by an adjective denoting occupation (kitchen wench, oyster wench, flax wench), desirability (fair hot wench, lusty wench) or insult (base wench, unstanched wench). The influence of Shakespeare's works no doubt helped wench to dissolve into a number of different meanings.

By the end of the 19th Century, wench was being defined as "now chiefly used derogatorily, and the word wenching is quite offensive.." but "..in the Midland counties, when a peasant addresses his wife as 'my wench', he expresses endearment" (E Cobham Brewer). Thus the Black Country has gradually become isolated in retaining the original sense of the word.

Recently, feminists have picked up on the various uses of wench as a short-hand for men's perceptions of them ; at www.wench.com, the editors note that the range of definitions of wench as young, servant, and slut, are an indication of men's conflicting expectations. Indeed, most internet search listings for wench appear to relate to the 'serving wench' costumes that hang alongside 'naughty nurses' and 'schoolgirls' uniforms in sex shops.

Speaking as a born and bred Black Country chap, I have never heard men use wench with any deliberately derogatory intention, or as a sexual slur. For me, as a child it was a collective noun for a completely alien species; there was Robert, Eric, David, etc., and then there were the wenches. Later, it was simply an informal term for women.

Indeed, it could be argued that there isn't a better word for a young adult female, since 'girl' is sometimes considered patronising. On a recent television programme debating women in the army, a kindly but crusty old male officer was castigated by a member of the audience for referring to his female soldiers as his 'girls'.

"You wouldn't call your male troops 'my boys' would you?" she asked accusingly.

"Er, yes, that's exactly what I call them" he replied, with a quizzical look, as if wondering if he had somehow got off at the wrong stop and the world had carried on by.

I was pleased to learn from my 16 year old son that at Dormston School wench is still in common use, often meaning 'girl-friend' ("'Oy Kieran that's yower wench over theyaa ay it?"). But ultimately, a word means what a person who hears it thinks it means

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My site of the day today!

*sigh* well this WAS going to be a more exciting post than it is turning out...

You see I heard of this innovative new dictionary site from the Indie today, which in it's online incarnation seems to be throwing out early editions with 'net related news stories a lot these days.  Anyway, the concept is a simple but sort of fun one.  People make short clips offering the definition for a word.  Of course I had to go and check for Didactic (going to put definition in the banner when I get around to it by the way) and lo and behold, no one had done it yet.  So, the plan was that I might record same on my webcam (and no doubt make a cheeky plug for the blog in closing).... But three hours later and WILL my laptop mic record, NO it will not!  Most frustrating!  I'll try to keep an eye out if a definition DOES crop up, might still be worth a link in the blog, but for the moment no video post (though I may browse the site a bit and there's still a chance I'll post one after this for entertainment if I find a worthy word!).

It's like I got all ready for a performance though, then it was cancelled!  I could have persisted and tried to bluetooth my V3 or got out my old Sony digicam, but I can only take so much geek torture, and the thing is I know the internal mic ought to work because I've used it with a chat program in AV mode before...

Oh yeah - and if it SHOULD be a reader of this post that submits a didactic definition to the site... Any chance of plugging the blog at the end? hehe...

Blogging bookshelves and employment

I'm thinking of the Kevin Costner movie "Field of Dreams" at the moment, maybe every blogger has that feeling, it is like "build it and they will come" but I know I shall not always make a post that especially entertains with a particular attitude.  At least not so far as I can tell, but then I probably get easily bored by myself.

I've wondered idly from time to time if a blog could be any aid to my finding employment.  But when I tried googling to find any evidence for that it seems far more likely that a blog will result in you being fired than it will in you being hired!  One of the top hits seems to be the M$ employee who took pictures of Apple G5's being shipped into M$ buildings and posted them to his blog (he was fired).

The other thing I've already mentioned toying with is adding to the blog something indicating the book I am reading.  Once I looked a little further into that it seems it is a heavily mined area of blogging already.  It is one instance of a "social cataloging application" apparently, and as Wikipedia will show you, there are several widespread already in this area, like Shelfari, Goodreads, Books iRead, and Anobii.  I'm tempted to look into that last one a little further, I certainly have no intention of paying anything for the service!  I think really I ought to try coding something to make the books I am reading site throw up a page - it should not be that hard really.... certainly not if I make it a link from this page, but I guess most people would prefer to see it right away on the home page and are less likely to click away to a sub page.  Comments from any passing bloggers on this are of course most welcome!

A celebrity of sorts

I know that a post or two back I said I would be mentioning celebrity, so I'd better elaborate.  I can remember a classmate from school who was always making jokes and generally being something of a comedian.  So somehow it came as no surprise when I more recently started to hear him on the radio.  At school he had a longer name than the one he uses now that he has achieved minor celebrity status.  Anyway he now goes by the name of "Tony Hawks" and what surprises me is that he seems pretty much just the same as I remember him from schooldays all those years ago.  I wonder how common that experience is?  I have to admit to finding it a little depressing sometimes, it makes me think we are to a very large extent defined in our early years and from then onwards we only expand in other areas somehow.  But perhaps it is not necessarily so?

I have of course been fiddling with things I can do on this blog, and as well as video links I can upload audio and pictures up to 2MB in size, so I'll try to keep an eye out for anything entertaining or instructional, in keeping with my blog title.  I'm working on adding a sidebar entry for the book I am currently reading too - but I want to give that a little thought and keep away from the more commercial sites.

Things to Blog about from 2009 on;

Equality - spiritual and book choices?  Vocab?)

The Princess Bride

Mount TBR (list and/or count)

Tale of Two cities (Urban17 and new book groups)

Libraries (27th Jan, user group?)

Hamish Henderson (poet)

Write about the Robber Bride (Atwood) and mention cited for "man hating" in OED - "1993 M. ATWOOD Robber Bride xlv. 348 He thinks they're a bunch of man-hating hairy-legged whip-toting feminists."

So, here I am, maybe....

This posted despite;

Fatal error: Call to a member function title() on a non-object in /home/wrighton/public_html/didactic.me/chyrp_2.0rc1/includes/helpers.php on line 656

So it seems I have (maybe?!) set up the necessaries to blog. I always feel like writing "Trent settled nervously into his seat..." at moments like this, but I am not sure many people will necessarily "get" the reference, nor am I prepared just yet to go off hunting out the relevant Youtube clip assuming it can even be found.

I hope my blog will hit moments of being truly interesting or entertaining, but as to whether any entry is likely to be truly Didactic I have my doubts. So the domain name I purchased was largely tongue in cheek - I spent several days mulling over what might make sense for a Blog domain name, and when I saw this was free I sort of jumped on it. No doubt that says something about me, but what I am not sure. I suspect a more suitable name could have been "eclectic.me", but it does not have the same ring to it for me and would implie my blog could shoot off in any direction without any unifying theme or purpose.

After purchasing the domain name I was, of course, committed. Money had changed hands. Not exactly Faustian, but it was enough to spur me onwards to enquire with my good friends over at OSNN and rapidly narrow down the choice of tools to either Wordpress or Chyrp!. I decided to go with Chyrp on a particular recommendation, because it was younger, because it aims to be lighter and more nimble, and because so far it seems to do just what it says on the tin!

I'll later work around sorting out how I add blogrolling and links and when I do I shall have to revisit my "home" domain and update the "about me" sort of information. But if anyone does just wander across me here in cyberspace be patient and you should see this blog become more "worthy" with the passage of time and growth of my networking.

Perhaps one of my first trackbacks or whatever will be the one I have added here - a friend I am hoping to meet for the first time on Wednesday for lunch to chew the cud and no doubt blogging will be a large part of what we chat about. Just learnt this is not a trackback - have to work harder...

Other things you may hear about soon are:-

My participation in a possible "human piano" on BBC2.

rehearsals of/performance of Elgar's Dream of Gerontius (I sing first bass with a choral society).

And last but not least the upcoming "NaNoWriMo" in November. This was a driving motivation in the background for me to start blogging - I wanted to loosen up my "literary voice" and get comfortable here so that I can blog my progress and revert to bouncing ideas around should I suffer any temporary blockage in the process of attempting to splurge out a novel in a month. Of course, if all goes terribly well that could also mean you simply see no Blog entries for November because all my keystrokes are devoted to the effort.

Anyway, let's see how it goes.

Whether I know you or not, all comments are welcome and for the moment only Spam will be filtered out and deleted (more on that subject to follow also!).

For my definition of Didactic at Wordia click here!

A word cloud from a profile of mine...

with more info on how to create your own here wordle

Just A Toothbrush... Ninja Haiku competition!

 | Jun 17
OK - this was pukeworthy the first time - but it seems to be resurfacing for further attention whoring. If you see in my comment I am inviting Haiku to take the ironic P**s out of this remorselessly - I shall edit some in here myself... soon....

You're a pink one
My toothbrush is greenish
I puked on it

Toothbrush stands there
remorselessly gouging eyes out
from sentmental skull


In response to Just A Toothbrush... by silkgoddess4u:
Just A Toothbrush...

This morning I ran into his toothbrush.
It was hiding behind the Med's.
Oh! I remember so well, watching him
brush his teeth from my bed.
Then he would kiss me good-bye and
rush out the door.

Oh! The toothbrush is still near.
though he is far away.
Just a toothbrush tugging at my heart.
Bringing back memories of happier days.

I remember throwing out this toothbrush
so many times, Or did I?
This time I will be strong.
This time I will take it to the dumpster.
I will not let this toothbrush make me cry.
I will not let it come my way again.

Good-bye toothbrush! The kisses he gave me
were only for fun.
Good-bye toothbrush! He said that he loved me
and he lied from the start.

Just a toothbrush, but with it went my heart.

Silkia
6/8/08

Shucks - no proposals (again!)

 | Feb 29
Hey ho

another leap year, another leap day alone.... Sounds maudlin but I am far from that, happier than I have been in ages and been "getting a lot done" at this end. If they are the right things, who knows, but still makes me feel good whatever it is.

I hear on the radio that some 15,000 women will apparently be bold enough to make a proposal today and if one work out the statistics on this that means that I believe about 50 will be proposing to another on their birthdays as well!

Now I had a daughter by a woman whose birthday falls today, but she never went that far and I had to get on bended knee myself (only to be refused....)

I'll be very interested in any comments or tales folks might have to tell for themselves on this subject.... I wonder how many people have to read my journal for one of them to be a woman who has proposed on a leap day? I bet at least one woman who reads this has at least made a proposal though... Then again there are "lies, damned lies, and statistics".

Anyway - let's see if this brooks any comment (can you say that even?).