Hello god can you hear me?
Ok, a few quick things before I run off to work,
1. I think a Prayer blog would be really fucking interesting. Not about prayer, but every prayer someone did was posted as a blog. We could all sit there pontificating on who the blogger was praying to, us or god? We could then ponder the place new media has in the church, whether her prayer medium was; a great idea, a poor attempt to provoke or truly shocking.
the other thing...
something about me having no followers;)
gott run.
Wednesday 18 November 2009
Sunday 15 November 2009
Day two
Day two and this is my second blog. So far so good.
Nothing particularly insightful to say... this is what I was afraid of.
I have started reading Wuthering Heights and after a slow start things are looking good. Maybe if I spent less time reading and more time doing adventures things I would have something to write about.
I wandered to a cafe and had lunch alone. It was a sunny Sunday so I thought I would enjoy the walk and I thought right because I did. Lunch was nice. I had lunch alone, have I mentioned that? I had lunch alone because anyone I would ask to join me is either in Australia or quick to offer some arguably valid reason why they couldn't.
Anyway this gets me to thinking about 'eating lunch alone'. I read an on line article offering advice on 'how to be happy single' and it suggested going out and having a meal alone. The article was not all that inspired as it took an ordinary day in the life of a couple and told me to keep the itinerary but drop the bloke. On having had lunch alone I can say that this article fails to address two key points:
a. The practical difficulties to dining alone.
b. Why people tend to do these things in company in the first place.
I want to discuss this further but I want to go to bed more.
Nothing particularly insightful to say... this is what I was afraid of.
I have started reading Wuthering Heights and after a slow start things are looking good. Maybe if I spent less time reading and more time doing adventures things I would have something to write about.
I wandered to a cafe and had lunch alone. It was a sunny Sunday so I thought I would enjoy the walk and I thought right because I did. Lunch was nice. I had lunch alone, have I mentioned that? I had lunch alone because anyone I would ask to join me is either in Australia or quick to offer some arguably valid reason why they couldn't.
Anyway this gets me to thinking about 'eating lunch alone'. I read an on line article offering advice on 'how to be happy single' and it suggested going out and having a meal alone. The article was not all that inspired as it took an ordinary day in the life of a couple and told me to keep the itinerary but drop the bloke. On having had lunch alone I can say that this article fails to address two key points:
a. The practical difficulties to dining alone.
b. Why people tend to do these things in company in the first place.
I want to discuss this further but I want to go to bed more.
Saturday 14 November 2009
My First Blog
Well Renee, I said I would do it and here it is, my first blog. Most probably my last blog too. This is most certainly bound to be the digital successor to all my unfinished Journals.
I have been thinking about my objectives for this blog, all the things I want to get out of it. I pretty much want to use it as a tool with which I can practice my writing - maybe get a bit good at it and find my literary voice. I won't use it as an email replacement. I don't even think I will tell you about it. You'll hate that.
So what do I want for this blog? I don't really know. I guess I'll let it shape itself, live or die as it naturally will.
I anticipate I will have some difficulty writing this blog. My first instinct is to treat it like a Journal but this will contain information no one should know. Besides, I don't think the prospect of random people reading my most private insecurities should be my motivation for writing about them.
I don't want to write this for my friends either, it would mean too much censorship and something that I like about this blog idea is the unaccountability for what I write.
What will I write?
Some people write about things. A blog 'about' something... a blog about town - strikes me as a better blog title then mine and it's appropriate as I'm in London now. I wonder if it's taken? Anyway, the truth of the matter, is I don't really want to write about anything. A few people manage to strike a good balance between life, introspection and things. I can only hope that mine turns out to be one of these.
About me: I am living in my second house in two months in London, next week I will be living in my third. I have a good job that looks as though it's going to get better but could just as likely crash and burn and I am single women - going to stay that way - living with two guys, both of whom are nice but each unremarkable in their own little idiosyncratic way - and I'm green too, remember that.
I have been thinking about my objectives for this blog, all the things I want to get out of it. I pretty much want to use it as a tool with which I can practice my writing - maybe get a bit good at it and find my literary voice. I won't use it as an email replacement. I don't even think I will tell you about it. You'll hate that.
So what do I want for this blog? I don't really know. I guess I'll let it shape itself, live or die as it naturally will.
I anticipate I will have some difficulty writing this blog. My first instinct is to treat it like a Journal but this will contain information no one should know. Besides, I don't think the prospect of random people reading my most private insecurities should be my motivation for writing about them.
I don't want to write this for my friends either, it would mean too much censorship and something that I like about this blog idea is the unaccountability for what I write.
What will I write?
Some people write about things. A blog 'about' something... a blog about town - strikes me as a better blog title then mine and it's appropriate as I'm in London now. I wonder if it's taken? Anyway, the truth of the matter, is I don't really want to write about anything. A few people manage to strike a good balance between life, introspection and things. I can only hope that mine turns out to be one of these.
About me: I am living in my second house in two months in London, next week I will be living in my third. I have a good job that looks as though it's going to get better but could just as likely crash and burn and I am single women - going to stay that way - living with two guys, both of whom are nice but each unremarkable in their own little idiosyncratic way - and I'm green too, remember that.
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