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On being two places at the same time
Posted on 2008.05.15 at 16:55Current Mood:
confused
There are a lot of things I like about Wordpress. It's easier to load and post photos. The design styles are more sophisticated. You can see who is reading your blog, and what interests them. They have both tags and categories, and there is an auto referral system to people who have tagged with the same words. Searches within their data base are easier, and if I'm on my blog and hit the SumbleUpon button, I Stumble through Wordpress blogs, apparently at random. A person could spend a lot of time doing that! (hangs head in guilty mode)
BUT...I miss the give and take of Live Journal, I miss my friends here in all their idiosyncratic beauty and mystery. Comments on Wordpress are just that, there is no conversation. So I find myself here...and there, and liking both for different reasons. I've decided I'll continue to post both places; LJ will be more personal.
I'm off tomorrow around noon to go camping for two night in Big Sur. I should have reservations but I don't, it could be a sleepless night in the car, but I don't care. Alan, I'm taking the new camera, determined to spend some time figuring out how it works. I have a client who is a semi-professional photographer, I'm going to ask him if he'll trade out photographic lessons for massage.
I was walking at Los Osos Oaks on Mother's day, heard some rustling in the bushes, a squawk or two that sounded familiar. I knew I was being warned off a nest, so I waited around five or ten minutes, and the male flew up to check me out:
BUT...I miss the give and take of Live Journal, I miss my friends here in all their idiosyncratic beauty and mystery. Comments on Wordpress are just that, there is no conversation. So I find myself here...and there, and liking both for different reasons. I've decided I'll continue to post both places; LJ will be more personal.
I'm off tomorrow around noon to go camping for two night in Big Sur. I should have reservations but I don't, it could be a sleepless night in the car, but I don't care. Alan, I'm taking the new camera, determined to spend some time figuring out how it works. I have a client who is a semi-professional photographer, I'm going to ask him if he'll trade out photographic lessons for massage.
I was walking at Los Osos Oaks on Mother's day, heard some rustling in the bushes, a squawk or two that sounded familiar. I knew I was being warned off a nest, so I waited around five or ten minutes, and the male flew up to check me out:
Quail are the most inherently lovable birds I know of, I don't see how anyone can shoot them for fun. But then I don't understand how shooting anything is fun. One of my clients is a doctor's wife, and her husband shoots animals for a hobby, he's really into the whole macho gun thing, and it makes her so unhappy because, of course, he wants her to participate. Does that seem like a weird thing for a doctor to do or is it just me? I don't know, in my mind a life is a life, whether it is a bear, or a whale, or a human being. I don't subscribe to the philosophy of ahimsa, but I think that human beings have a covenant with the domesticated animals - there have been no new domesticated animals in 4,000 years - that they will give up their lives to feed us and so protect the wild species.