Category Archives: New Blogs

A Great Find

I have no time right now, but go try Mel’s blog. It’s pretty cool.

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New Blog, Kind of

So you might remember Bryanna. As it turns out, she moved to London, and she’s blogging under Vodka and Chaka Khan.

I was a fan then, and I’m a fan now. She has serious guts, picking up and moving to London like she did. I have a tendency to respect people who do things that I don’t have the guts to do. And that’s not theoretical, I didn’t have the guts to do what she did; it’s something I thought about once, but didn’t do anything about.

And while I love my life, there are two or three life-change moments that went one way or the other, and when I daydream, or reminisce, it’s these moments I come back to. What if I made a different choice? Where would my life be? What if I told person A that I was totally and completely head over heels, when I was but my feelings were unrequited. What if I stayed with person B after that argument instead of leaving.

I always come back to my life, because I love where I am right now, and wouldn’t change it for the world. You can take all my what-ifs for just one of my four little ones.

But those places of changed pasts are fun to visit, you know?

The Real World. And it has AC/DC in it

And here I thought I was done.

I wrote that last post, linked to Georgia, and then read the comments to that post. At the bottom is a woman named Erin. Her comment was right after mine, so I clicked through to her blog, and read the most fantastic story. In 5 parts.

So, to end the year’s blogging how I really like to, it’ll be with a blog referral.

Go read: Is this it? Erin’s Adventures in the Real World.

Here’s a link to the 5 part story. This comes up as Chapter 5. But that post has links to the other four. Start at the beginning.

UPDATE: a couple minutes later: reading through the main page, she’s up to about chapter 11. Still, start at the beginning.

Another One, For Your Consideration

Another Jen.  Actually, a Jenny.

Go read Jenny’s Journal.  Cute kids, too.

I’m starting a new rule.  If you follow one of my links, you must leave a comment that tells the person, at the end, “oh yeah, Hank says hi.”

It’s a moral obligation.

On the Edge

From what I’ve read, I think I’m going to like this one…

Jen on the Edge

Go say hi.

Too Much

Ever had so much to do that you just can’t motivate?

That’s so where I am right now.  Feeling blah, and enervated.

And I can’t seem to get excited about anything, including the blogsurfing I’ve been doing for the last 45 minutes.

And there were some blogs to get excited about, too: Gooseberried, Michelle & the City. Good stuff. But I have to wonder because they’re getting around 40 comments per post, so it really feels that my linking to them would be superfluous. Thanks, Hank. Thanks for nothin’.

Then I remember (that is, just now, as I wrote that little piece of depression-on-a-stick) that at the battle of Marathon—this is the Athenians against the Persians—in the 5th Century BCE, on the eve of the battle, little Plataea sent aid. In a battle of 10,000 Athenians against 250,000 Persians, Plataea sent 1,000 men. Athens had aided them once before, and this was a thank you. They arrived on the eve of battle.

Can you imagine the morale boost? Athens stood alone. Against Darius, King of Persia. A king who had known only victory, and conquered everything he desired. 10,000 against 250,000 (and that’s a conservative number). Sparta wouldn’t send help (for weirdo reasons), no one else would go against Darius. This was a battle that would decide the fate of Western civilization. If Darius defeated Athens, there would be no stopping a sweep through the Med and Western Europe. No one could stop them. Syracuse wasn’t powerful enough. Sparta wasn’t.  Rome, then, wasn’t.

And on the eve of battle, 1,000 Plataeans show up. Athens wasn’t alone. To the battle itself, the Plataeans didn’t matter. They weren’t as well trained as the Athenians. Nor likely were they as well armed. But the symbolism!

And after Athens won? (n.b. After the battle, the Persians got on their boats and, realizing that with the Athenian army at Marathon, that Athens itself was open to attack, sailed toward Athens. The Athenian army ran from Marathon back to Athens. When the Persians arrived, they found the Athenians guarding the city, and sailed home in defeat. Which is where we get the concept of a marathon race, though Marathon is closer to 20 miles from Athens than 26.2.)

After Athens won, they protected Plataea from then on. No one could challenge Plataea’s independence without Athens rising to protect it.

So go read Michelle & the City. She’s funny. And even if I only send her two visitors, maybe she’ll protect me from rampaging Persians sometime in the future.  And while you’re at it, read Gooseberried, too.

Stranger things have happened.

Tickled

I don’t know why, but for some reason, this post’s title kind of made me laugh.