Although I didn’t take part in the discussion, I just wanted to say a “blog bye” to Scott Walters. I quit reading most theater blogs for a long while there, and only occasionally have breezed through a handful of them.
I still hung out at Scott’s, though I wouldn’t take part in any discussions.
Best of luck in the future, Scott.
Since Joshua has 'fessed up, I will as well.
I do apologize for those who've been checking in on a regular basis. I'm not ignoring you. I have plenty to say about many things, and I even have a few announcements. But the thing is, the project has developed a following. And since I make at least two entries a day - sometimes as many as five a day - that is where my energy is going right now.
This isn't to say that I'm closing up shop here. Not at all. But I've had to scale back a bit here to give the project its due.
So... in the next few hours and days, I've scheduled some posts to pop up while I'm doing other things. Hopefully this will catch us all up, and then I'll resume my regular posting. And I do mean regular.
Thanks for your understanding.
Someone who responded to my last post also decided to chat about it on another board.
He writes: "What's sad is that I don't think she gets my sarcasm."
His posts, of course, were delightfully accompanied by another who decided to call me a twit.
Nice.
First off, I'm not an idiot. I get your sarcasm. What's sad is that you obviously didn't understand that I was writing in a similar vein.
Secondly, I don't respect anyone who decides to repost my stuff, talk smack about it and invites others to do so as well.
So, for people who don't get my sense of humor, I will now post a SARCASM ALERT.
It will be accompanied by a club. ♣
When I am serious, I will post a diamond symbol. ♦
When I am angry, I will post a spade symbol. ♠
It's unfortunate that I have to create a visual icons for the clueless. It's also too bad that we live in such a society that makes people more inclined to think that others are idiots.
Of course, when they prove it, well...
I'm still here. Project 1968 has expanded a great deal - and in a way I hadn't forseen when I first started the site. Most of my time has been completely devoted to content, book discussions, responding to emails, the journals and diaries of the girls, and a slew of other stuff. Though I've been reading what's been going on elsewhere, I haven't felt connected enough to respond in a meaningful way.
The hardest part about writing the Project is that I have to live in 1968 and 2008 at the same time. It gets confusing. I've forgotten to pay bills and when I do write checks, I date them 1968. While I was conducting research in Austin back in 2005/6, I suspended my blog for a few months to completely immerse myself in the time period.
I don't feel the need to do that again. But I don't want to let a long time lapse before writing here. So please bear with me during this period. Balance is forthcoming.
I'm not intentionally ignoring you. I'm sick. It's a virus, according to the doctor. I've had it since Sunday.
I'll be back soon. Hopefully, tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Project 1968 continues with updates twice daily.
I decided - somewhat reluctantly - to join Facebook. Since I was a part of the Friendster fiasco back in 2003 or so, I've looked askance at social networking sites. It just seems so cult-like and conformist. But other people are on them, so off I go.
Someday people will view these things in the same way we view people who jammed themselves into telephone booths back in the 50s. They called it phone book packing.
I think the best thing that came out of the Friendster period of time was flashmobbing. I took part in flashmobbing the Toys R Us store in Times Square. About a hundred of us came together and bowed prayfully to the giant dinosaur. Those are the days I miss most.
Anyway, if you'd like to be my Facebook friend, look me up. I'm also on My Space - which has been another big secret.
Last year fizzled out - no? Certainly seems like it. I had to make a few offline adjustments to my priorities and projects. Creativity is a good thing, and I've decided to invite more of it into my life. So along with lengthier content, I have a few other surprises up my sleeve.
The best part, of course, is being able to throw off a few of last year's shackles. Some of you out there know what I'm talking about.
And so, let me be the last to wish you a Happy New Year.
This is what happens: Every time I take a vacation, I have a hard time getting back on the treadmill.
It's a heck of a time for me to have no motivation. I made a promise to myself that when I came back from vacation, I would slow down. This is part of my overall plan to not do so much; not read so much; not do anything.
My goal for next year is to scale back in some areas so I can pay proper attention to what matters. I'm launching a project in January, which will eventually take most of my time. I'll talk about it more in the coming days. Sorry to be vague right now.
I'm still doing reviews. I haven't posted links for many of them. Over the next few days, I'll try to catch up on that. The reason I post links isn't to brag about how many reviews that I do. Rather, it's a nice way of letting authors know that they have been reviewed. Authors search for their names on the net, and voila. That seems to be the way that authors figure out that they've been reviewed. Clipping services are way passé.
I might post my New Year's Resolutions soon. Some of them may surprise you.
"No man needs a vacation so much as the person who has just had one."
---Elbert Hubbard
I arrived back from Myrtle Beach several days ago. It was a quiet respite, almost eight days without the internet. It was difficult at first, and I'll admit to checking my email via my cell phone on occasion. But once my cell phone battery died, I had to go cold turkey. It was painful.
I'll post pictures of my pain shortly.
When I first got to my parents' house, I put the phone and computer cords in a closet so the cats wouldn't get to them. As soon as I did it, I forgot about it. Several days later, I looked for the cords and couldn't find them. At the time, it appeared that I left them back in Alabama.
On the ride home, my Mother phoned Jethro's prepaid Virgin Mobile phone to tell him that she found the cords. She express mailed them to me, just in time for Tuesday... Though nothing significant was scheduled to take place on that particular day. And nothing did.
My next few posts will take care of business, including a few things that happened while I was gone. I'll also pick a book from the very cool recommendations that were left during my absence. I've closed the last thread. You snooze, you lose.
Actually I just need some time to do a little research on the selections. I have a terrible feeling that I'll decide to read all of them. Consider me compulsive that way.
