Organic Mutant

I have been silent for a lil while now. Life has been keeping me very busy. I ma thinking about doing NaBloPoMo next month to see if I can get those blog-writing muscles in shape. However I am not sure that I’ll be able to join in the frenzy, tho it looks like a worthwhile endeavor. Writing for me is an effort. I always thought that one day I’d bang out something worthy of publishing but the older I get the more embroiled I get in Living and Being and I find that the words leak out of me like helium from a balloon. In the moment, I am robust and inflated but as time passes, so does the gas and I find myself silent, living my life quietly behind closed doors. There is something tho about blogs and blogging that I find enticing and entrancing. I have been reading some blogs for years. I think I’ve been reading the gus and pamie since 2000 or so. BTW, two very different writers. I admire them both but for very disparate reasons. Pamie is a typical white, blonde chicke - funny, sorta one-of-the-guys, but cute & self-centered. She’s published now (see Amazon) but boy, oh, boy is she closed-minded and so unaware of her privelege (she would have been nicely tempered by Mills instead of UT). Sometimes she’s a train wreck. Whereas the gus, as he’s known, is prolific. Not formally published but day -> by -> day he chronicles his life. Sometimes I wonder how long can I read? Will he be 60-something & i’ll be 50-something still reading? How weird would that be? Some guy I don’t even ‘know’ but I ‘know’ through his words and his translation of life. Anais Nin once wrote about ‘what gets left out of the diaries’. What indeed? I think that was what I was trying to convey in my last long entry. What do I want to use this space for (ending with a preposition)? Acgcgcggchchchhhkh?!? Do you want to hear about how the sky turned smokey this afternoon ‘cos of the fire in Cabazon reminding us of the Cedar fires three years ago and now the skin on my face feels tight and my throat is sore and how at first when I saw the light quality changing and the weird clouds in the sky that I was silently freaking out that something had happened like a terrorist attack or some tragedy made apparent by its local connection or that I had an idea for creating my own news show where I would take a small camera and go to the scene of local happenings and make my own news reports and put them on one of the video websites like Utube, Vimeo, Revver or Veoh.
More later…
p.s. Didya know that a dogger in British parlance is someone who enjoys outdoor sex? I dint til I looked at our logs. W0w! People sure are weirdly funny.