Tuesday, September 30, 2003
As difficult as it is to admit, this blog has fallen prey to my "vulnerability to something new" syndrome. Some call it fickleness, some would call it ADHD. Still others would call it a symptom of weak character. Regardless, after reading another blog in early September, I revisted the idea of setting up my own blog. I had first considered the idea two years ago and again last year.
Hmmm. Is the "blooming blog" (Webpublius blogius) a perennial or an annual?
At the beginning of this month, however, I said "enough overanalyzing is enough" and began this blog. As you may notice I have been wholly negligent and am posting only my second entry a whopping 25 days of blogg-less calendar standing between today and my last (and inaugural) post.
I hereby promise to do my best to be a more consistent and competent bloghost.
Today, I fire across your bow the same thought that I pondered on my very first day of participation in this sub-world of Blog:
What is your favorite "white noise"? Be it morning, noon, or night; in the car, office, or kitchen; as a means to relaxation, greater efficiency, or companionship...do you enjoy the company of a form of 'background noise'?
Answers, comments, discussion stimuli..... hit me!
For the record: 12 days and counting.
In closing....
"Gingko biloba supports increased blood flow to the brain."
Meet me on gINGko roW...
Hmmm. Is the "blooming blog" (Webpublius blogius) a perennial or an annual?
At the beginning of this month, however, I said "enough overanalyzing is enough" and began this blog. As you may notice I have been wholly negligent and am posting only my second entry a whopping 25 days of blogg-less calendar standing between today and my last (and inaugural) post.
I hereby promise to do my best to be a more consistent and competent bloghost.
Today, I fire across your bow the same thought that I pondered on my very first day of participation in this sub-world of Blog:
What is your favorite "white noise"? Be it morning, noon, or night; in the car, office, or kitchen; as a means to relaxation, greater efficiency, or companionship...do you enjoy the company of a form of 'background noise'?
Answers, comments, discussion stimuli..... hit me!
For the record: 12 days and counting.
In closing....
"Gingko biloba supports increased blood flow to the brain."
Meet me on gINGko roW...
Friday, September 05, 2003
Welcome to gINGko row! Here you will find a small strip of serenity interrupted only by a pair of stripped lots under aimless and painstakingly-slow construction.
You can find the 'real' gINGko roW in a smallish city in the midst of virginal rurality; a speck of revitalized urban life on the face of a quilted countryside. On the fringe of a collection of fresh restaurants and welcomed coffee shops which spring up constantly, allthewhile paying homage to the surrounding -- and inescapable -- ancient history.
It must be noted that the name for the inspiring string of gingko biloba trees and, by extension, this blog itself is owed to my future father-in-law, Don. He coined the name as we walked to enjoy the fruits of a new burrito shop/coffee bar. Additionally, neither he or I would have noticed -- or known -- the trees we naively walked past were gingko biloba trees had his wife, Patti, not told us it was so.
Make yourself familiar with these characters. They will, no doubt, reoccur on this canvas many times in the future. In just over one month, they will cease to be future-in-laws and become simply in-laws.
In closing....
"Gingko biloba supports increased blood flow to the brain."
Meet me on gINGko roW...
You can find the 'real' gINGko roW in a smallish city in the midst of virginal rurality; a speck of revitalized urban life on the face of a quilted countryside. On the fringe of a collection of fresh restaurants and welcomed coffee shops which spring up constantly, allthewhile paying homage to the surrounding -- and inescapable -- ancient history.
It must be noted that the name for the inspiring string of gingko biloba trees and, by extension, this blog itself is owed to my future father-in-law, Don. He coined the name as we walked to enjoy the fruits of a new burrito shop/coffee bar. Additionally, neither he or I would have noticed -- or known -- the trees we naively walked past were gingko biloba trees had his wife, Patti, not told us it was so.
Make yourself familiar with these characters. They will, no doubt, reoccur on this canvas many times in the future. In just over one month, they will cease to be future-in-laws and become simply in-laws.
In closing....
"Gingko biloba supports increased blood flow to the brain."
Meet me on gINGko roW...
