Monday, November 01, 2010
Of course it would seem that with each new year tacked on to the 58 plus ones I am dragging along now, my emotional index seems to ebb and flow with the political tides. And this won't do. I find it to be totally unacceptable that I am allowing flounders in a town 600 miles away to have such control over whether I am smiling on any given day.
So today I swear off politics. And Religion. Include education. And while I am at it, any sports commentary beyond "Go Pats". And even though tomorrow I might swear them back in, at least for the rest of this post, you can imagine me with a smile on my wrinkled mug and a big cup of coffee standing by to lubricate said grin.
I made the mistake a few days ago of checking through some old bookmarked links I had not visited in several years. I had in mind cleaning out the riff and the raff, seperating chiff from the chaff. Of course I did neither, but I did open up some links that creaked from the rust buildup on thier hinges.
I found a dusty folder in the dark depths of my browser's favorites list named Blogging Hints. Started back in the day when this whole blogosphere was a strange and mystifying place for me. I wanted to make the right impressions, so I looked for help and then bookmarked what I thought might be good advice.
As it turns out, I may as well deleted them before I even read them. According to most, I am doing exactly the wrong thing with my blog if I ever expect to have what would be considered a "successful blog".
My blog has no focal point. Whatever whim snags me, that is what I write about that day. Definitely not a good thing according to the blogging elite. Politics, religion, the neighbors, fiction, shit, I think I have mentioned just about every boring detail I can think of or make up.
I write about me fairly often. Okay, okay, I write about me more than fairly often. Again a huge blogging no-no.
Many of my posts are longer than 500 words. Again, a "good blog post" should be brief and to the point. A good example of a bad example would be this post by the time I am done. Lots of words that easily could have been left unwritten, unsaid, unheard from and this planet would be in no worse shape because I chose to keep my dribble to a minimum.
But that is not my style. Apparently and according to the "experts", I have no style. Which I assume could be drawn out to include no class, low rent, erratic, and with a slight tinge of personality disorder just to round out the over all character of the blog.
So Saturday when I wrote before I was really awake, I guess I sent vibes I might be leaving the wide world of blogging behind me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am really just getting warmed up. Besides, someone has to be the bad example, set the bar low enough so others may find success easier to attain, be there at the bottom to cushion other's falls. I have an important role in the communtiy. I'm the snotty wino on the corner sipping MD 20/20 and leering at the women as they get on and off the bus.
Metaphorically speaking of course.......................................Of course.
Image - Acrylic on canvas - Michael Arnold