Tag Archives: 2012

One finds oneself alive

Maybe life just is—one finds oneself alive—some of us get to live longer than others of us do. And that’s my other thought that makes not having kids seem OK—it’s not the case that all adults have same experiences. We diverge, from our high school peers or college peers or any other peers. Some of us won’t marry, some won’t have kids, and that’s OK, you know. You don’t have to do anything—my dad died suddenly, never had to suffer illness like Charlie did. Which is why it’s ignorant of me to think [my cousin] could benefit from this bad experience: #1, bad experiences are sometimes just bad—we may learn from them, but we don’t need to seek these experiences out, and #2, sometimes we don’t learn. Sometimes stressful situations get worse, not better.

[From journal of Mon. 2 Jan. 2012, Journal 152, page 26-7]

They had to be careful—they were writing for publication

Kitty just sorta stood on back paws to swat at dog, and left, and came back to attack dog’s tail. Dog paid little attention.

How loose were these words over time—shapes changed, etc., but we’ve got pretty specific spellings, etc., nowadays.

And the sports scores in Rockford Register Star—say, lately, the results of NCAA tourney—see, I don’t —they’re so much data to me, since I don’t follow the teams or, now without TV, I’m not even aware they’re happening—not that I attended much to these things—boys basketball—I’ve used a couple times lately the line that “I stopped paying attention to basketball when they took down the cage and disallowed body checking”—maybe not exactly that wording—”disallowed”?—but that brings up a couple things—one, how much more paper I fill than a medieval scribe would have filled—but then, they had to be careful—they were writing for publication (now that I’ve got this great hand-made book, I’d like to make it into some fancy illuminated book—maybe a “Sayings” edit).

Sh!t, I’m tired. I could close my eyes right now—not buying new things—#2, back above—how nimbly my brain can deal with sounds & letters & words—and can even take these lower-level symbolic/representational things somewhat for granted (though I have spend time sounding out the consonant sounds, etc.—I’ve been aware of the sound similarities between how our tongues make “T” & “D”—I learned that somewhat, partly, not fully though, on my own.)

Sarah Palin’s 40-something and more ambitious than I am. Romney’s aide’s Etch-a-Sketch comment—that he can erase all his extremist positions once the general election begins—has been widely mocked by the online mocking/cleverness classes.

[From journal of Sat., 24 March 2012, from Journal 158, page 18-9]

Image 10, Journal 157

Image from Journal 157, dated 26 March 2012

You might not always want to mine your own life

And an idea this morn for Magnetic Poetry: provide some blank magnets on which new (not-present) words that come to your mind can be written.

But was there more to say—somehow it seemed clearer to me today than some days that my journal is for my private meaning-discovery, meaning-making. And I recall a story about MagPo maker, that he wanted to write songs using random words and how as a songwriter (or poet or any writer for a public audience), you need to create a certain amount of texts, and you might not always want to mine your own life or your personal writings (private writings) in order to get material for the public. And that both are OK, and that sometimes you can take private writings public, but maybe you don’t always want to use up your private writings in that way.

Dog’s rolling on his back in the yard, just living’. We give him a pretty good life, I’d say. We didn’t bring him into life, but we’ll care for him now that he’s here, as long as we’re here, too.

A cool, fall-ish morning—50s, probably—sunny, not humid, highs in 70s today.

Mouse or vole in window well Friday. I put one of the white stakes in window well for him to crawl out on. He was gone later.

Why a parent would tell a kid not to be critical—how M’s mom seems to defend others against M’s criticisms, rather than taking M’s side. Maybe the parent doesn’t want the child to be or to sound so judgmental—though arguing against the child may not be as effective as not engaging criticisms?

[From journal of Sat. 11 Aug. 2012, Journal 164, page 58

People will probably hang with their friends

… Being picked for Freshly Pressed– I’m not sure if general public gets to see that or not. I emailed Doug but the link I had when I could see Fresh. Press. didn’t take me to the same place later when I put that link into address of a blank browsing window. Oh, after WordPress told me my browser was not only out of date but also a security risk (the news this week about a new hack-path into Internet Explorer), I downloaded Firefox & set it up on this home computer.

And it’s 6:07. I’ll stop at 6:15. … And what else? It is Homecoming week. I told M Tuesday at Beef A Roo that I’m not really looking forward to having to see all these people at Reunion. … I don’t want to have a lot of awkward conversations. … Ah, well, I probably won’t have too many of those, really—people will probably hang with their friends. … And what else? I ate late, after 8, cottage cheese and a salad I made, while watching M.A.S.H. Cat was absorbing pets without getting bitey this morning.

Krugman gets a 100+ comments for every post, or every other post. Yeah, I’ll just hold off a few days, don’t force yourself to write if you feel drained and whatnot. And you don’t always have to be philosophical or serious—light stuff is OK. I’ve been blogging for a year, with hardly anybody noticing. Now other bloggers at WP are noticing. But don’t think about that too much.

[From Thurs. 20 Sept. 2012, 5:36 a.m., Journal 166, page 95-7]

2012 in review

Here’s WordPress’s summary of this Blogge’s Activitie, anno Domini 2012. Though I started posting in 2011, I didn’t really get into this until 2012. I’m still learning the unique aspects of the blogging form of writing. I do appreciate the helpful and welcoming community of bloggers I’ve found in the last year — thanks to all who read and liked and commented and followed and secretly nominated me for a MacArthur “Genius Grant” (I’ll accept it as a “humble genius grant,” of course).

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,600 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.