Archive for October 26th, 2008
randomness: all about blogging
week of 26 October: all about blogging
This week, let’s discuss blogging.
1. When did you start blogging?
20 April 2004. I had a blog on Blogger until August 2007, when I finally got my own domain. I’ve nuked the blog twice in the last four years, which is why most of my posts went *poof*.
2. How often do you blog? How many times per week, per day?
I try to blog at least once per day, although I’ve been laying off due to craziness of the election, the impending approach of NaNoWriMo, and a nifty little site called FriendFeed, which has just about killed my writing but good.
3. How many blogs do you have?
Just one, although I have accounts at LiveJournal, Blogger and Vox.
4. How many blogs do you visit daily?
A whole bunch.
What type of blogs do you tend to visit?
All kinds - tech, futurism, politics, sports.
Do you always leave comments?
If I have something to say.
5. What is it about blogging that you enjoy the most?
The ability to say whatever is rattling around in my head, no matter how inane.
What is it that you don’t like about blogging?
The ability to say whatever is rattling around in my head, no matter how inane.
6. What do you usually blog about?
A little fiction, a little politics, a little tech, and a little stupidity.
till next time….
random flickr blogging: 4200
I should have my head examined for being in La Paz in the summer. The breeze, which on a good day was light and warm, was nonexistent today, the air shimmering along the Malecon in the early morning heat. Still, the scenery wasn’t bad, and the iced coffee was always good at the little shop across the street from the bay. I checked my watch and decided that she would get another ten minutes before I retreated to my car and the cooler western coast.
Nine minutes later, she walked up to the table. How she managed to look serene in this heat was always a mystery to me, but I never complained. She sat across from me without a word, crossing her long legs and motioning to the waiter.
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” she said in that delightful singsong German accent of hers.
I motioned impatiently at the empty table before us. She reached into her bag and withdrew the small PDA, placing it gently on the table. I reached into my pocket and found the small plastic envelope. I opened her PDA and slipped the memory card into the side portal, waiting for the device to find the card. The PDA beeped once and began running the diagnostic program installed on the card.
The waiter came over with her iced tea, gently setting down in front of her. She smiled and took a sip, waiting for the device to confirm the contents. She did not wait long; the PDA beeped once more and flashed a green light. Smiling, she scooped up the device and replaced it in her bag, withdrawing a single piece of paper.
“The money will be sent to your usual account, then,” she said, pausing only for another sip of tea. “I’m happy that we could do business again.”
My face wore only the same pensive look I always wore now. “When will the story run?”
Her smile never wavered. “If your data checks out, the piece should run in next week’s edition. I only wish you had come to me with this information earlier. It might have saved your country a good deal of bother.”
I grunted slightly. “The saddest words of tongue and pen, then.”
Her smile dimmed slightly. “I’m not familiar with that phrase.”
I stood, dropping some pesos on the table. “John Greenleaf Whittier. A man who knew all about regrets, I think.”
I walked in the direction of my car, wondering how long it would be before I would have to leave again. I knew it would be soon, though I prayed it would be for the last time.
