on-line journals
others
Now that I've realized that the reason my
journal has become boring is that my life has become boring,
I've been scouring the web for new different and exciting
on-line journals from which to garner inspiration. The
monthly Info Beanie
journal just doesn't do it for me anymore. The
third
graders are fun, but I have enough contact with a real
life 3rd grader. So, my newest favorite off-beat on-line
journal?
The
Roo Report - on-line journal of minor league pitcher
Shayne Bennett
The May 22 entry has a really graphic picture of his
bruised ankle. Riding those minor league buses is tougher
than I thought. I have a cousin who played minor league ball
briefly, but he does construction or something now. Somehow,
beating the bushes is not as romantic as it's made out to
be.
I keep meaning to peruse all the journals I can find and
record stuff like the gender and age of the authors just to
get a demographic perspective on the so-called phenomenon.
Toshi
Otaka's thesis on web journals doesn't really address
the demographics and views the phenomenon in terms of
telecommunications rather than literature but is still worth
reading.
my own
I've had a bunch of incomplete outlines for
entries sitting around from last week, so I finally tried to
fill them in. Friday and
Saturday now exist as
something more than outlines. Now if I could just fill in
Thursday's entry... somehow "cormorants, terns, German
tourists, and wind" just isn't enough of an entry to bother
posting. And when I get behind like that I think what's the
point of continuing to write new entries. I'm sure the
cognitive therapy folks have some sort of a name for that
kind of inappropriate thinking.
Have a look at Friday night's
tee ball pics, they're
darn cute.
I need to finish off the roll of film I shot at
Andrea's birthday party so I
can see how the toad pics came out. They were small toads
and my camera doesn't have a macro lens. We'll see.
I spent a lot of time last night updating my
Rhode Island page and my
Red Sox page. Mostly I
added a lot of links. More and more Rhode Island links
appear every day. I included a couple of links to
Narragansett tribal stuff too - mostly because I read
somewhere on the net that the Narragannsetts were extinct. I
should've book marked that one, printed it out, and mailed
it to the tribal newspaper. Strange things appear on the net
...
I spent a little time on the
piping plover page too,
linking in this year's plover warden journal entries and
adding a few more links. There's more to be done on this
page. I have at least one reader who only wants to read the
plover warden journal entries and nothing else - linking
them to the plover page makes that easier.
walking
Rita and I walked for nearly an hour this
morning but didn't even cover all of our usual route. Rita
is still getting over a cold she caught from her
grandchildren last week and I'm still (perpetually) limping,
so we turned back at the top of West Meadow Hill and just
walked back down instead of looping up past the water tower.
I worked up quite a sweat! It's surprisingly warm and
summer-like out there.
We had the usual grilled cheese sandwiches and espresso
for lunch and I must have consumed a gallon of ice water.
After lunch we looked at pictures of our walking group
through the years and tried to identify what year they were
taken. Rita wants to put together a walking group scrapbook.
One of the pictures was really old: I had long hair and I
had a glass of wine in my hand so it has to have been before
1989. We finally pegged it at 1987 by Joan's haircut and my
sweater... Some of the more recent pics were easier to date.
We kept hearing the pileated woodpecker but couldn't see
it. Now that the trees are leafed out it's harder to pick
out the birds. Fortunately it is also harder to see the huge
piles of dirt where a developer cleared the land next to her
complex and then ran out of money to build on it. They spent
a whole summer moving piles of dirt around and then never
did anything else. In the winter with the bare branches you
couldn't help but see the scarred land and feel angry about
it.
miscellaneous
Meanwhile, no response from Algonquin Gas on
the pipeline. Lord knows
what they think I requested the map for. I can imagine many
of their thoughts...
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