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Howdy from Cheyenne
Short trip today – Salt Lake to Cheyenne, Wyoming. Uneventful day on the road. Still feeling rough from last week, aided and abetted by memory lane trip yesterday. I look and feel like I’ve been rode hard and put away wet.
Tomorrow, pushing through to St. Louis. Rah.
So many people have been doing “series blogging” lately, such as Mark Pilgrim’s 30 days to accessibility, and Jonathon’s World Cup reportage. I thought I would give this a shot by creating a series of postings on one central theme:
The Bird’s Tips to Becoming a Good American
No, seriously. In fact, I’d start tonight, but my connectivity is poor and I’ll need bandwidth for my first tip: “Verbal Weaponry in the War against Terrorism”. No hints other than it will be action packed. Be prepared to take notes.
I hope that Mark and Jonathon don’t mind me stealing their series concept. Mark seems cool, and we know Jonathon has a sense of humor – all people who live in a relaxed, squishy world have a sense of humor.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go hang out at Mike Golby’s place – he’s talking sex.
(BTW, Mike, I looked all over at Phil’s for a Sex Fixit FAQ but all I could find was weblogging stuff. Darn.)
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I checked and it’s only 85 degrees and 20% humidity outside – St. Louis is 91 and 41% humidity. I’m going to die. I just know I’m going to die. I’m going to hit the sidewalk there and my toes are going to curl up and I’ll start melting into this puddle of goo, plaintively calling out “I’m melting. I’m melting.”
Allan posted a link to a cartoon send up of webloggers. Okay, I squirmed a bit with this ‘toon. I must write more in-depth political essays of the essentialness of the American experience, and our war on terror. And must weblog about sex more. Not today, though. I’m tired, and have a headache.
This is fun: AKMA, Wonder Chicken, and Rageboy have been given parts in a re-make of Dune. AKMA stars as Dr. Yueh, Wonder Chicken is Jamis, and Chris Locke is The Beast Rabban. Of course, now that they’re all big names and stars they won’t be socializing with the little people. We can kiss off the cozy meetings over coffee on Tuesdays, the Saturday socials.
Sheila Lennon writes about a byline strike at the Providence Journal, the Washington Post, Canadian publications and elsewhere. Article writers are withholding their bylines from stories in protest about not having a contract between their various Newspaper Guilds and the publications they write for.
This is an interesting protest because writers like to be given credit for their publications. I support the writers – of course – but wouldn’t a better strike be to not write for the publication at all?
Shannon’s a Godmother of a new baby girl, Charlotte. Can’t ask for a better nanny to sing one to sleep can one?
Hmmm. That last sentence was meant as a compliment. You all took that as a compliment, didn’t you?
And chocorate. I like chocorate.
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Neighborhood news
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Like myself, Victor is moving. Unlike myself, Victor is moving with five kids. Five kids.
Can you imagine the size of the moving van?
Speaking of kids, time to send congratulations over to Gary Turner – he’s expecting his first baby in December. Congrats, Gary!
Update Not that anything’s being announced or anything (*ahem*), but check out some very cool ultrasound pics that Ben and Tempe have provided.
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Knock, knock! Who’s there?
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My DSL connection is supposed to be down but was able to connect just now. Hmmm. I wonder if they’ll leave the connection on until the phone is disconnected? Oh well, gives me time to do a couple of additional posts before turning all of my attention to packing, packing, packing, storing, driving long distances (3000+ miles by the time I’m done), and then unpacking.
(Join us in the latest saga of “Shelley Powers: Women on Wheels” as she continues her quest to live at least once in every point of the known galaxy.)
Instead of packing this past week, I’ve been working on a new contract of which I can tell you no details other than it’s good to be back in operation. Very good. I’ve also worked through the details of my two week trip back to St. Louis. No peekies – my itinerary is known to no Man nor Woman. Well, me. I’m a woman. So I guess it’s known to No Man, One Woman.
In the meantime stuff’s been happening. Jeneanne Sessum was interviewed by Frank Paynter, supplying yet more needed discussion about life, work, family, and sex. I tried to find the interview with Denise, but couldn’t locate it. Frank, suggestion – can you pull your interviews into separate pages?
In addition, I’ve also been interviewed – by none other than the Head Lemur. Yup. We have buried the hatchet and become buddies and Lemur was kind enough to allow me to have a say at his web site. So, move your cute butts over to Head Lemur and read the interview.
There was also some rifting going on in the virtual neighborhood earlier in the week – a subject I suppose I shouldn’t discuss. However, I am the Bird, which means it’s my job to tromp all over taboo and delicate subjects with the grace and precision of a stoned elephant with an inner-ear imbalance.
So…
If we’re truly a “connected community” rather than brain dead news linkers providing inane commentary while worshiping at the footsies of technology, then we should be able to:
- disagree with
- appreciate
- squabble
- agree with
- get mad at
- like
- be hurt by
- hurt
- respect
- tease
- laugh at
- laugh with
- admire
- worry about
- worry with
- share with
- be shared by
- love
…one another. Life happens.