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Decisions, decisions.

December 10, 2014

Sometimes I really miss the old days of my Diaryland account by the same name. The link below was the kind of stuff you’d find there, written in pretty much the same style and stuck between entries about birdies, the Metro in D.C., and various and sundry misadventures, first in partnership with my ex-husband when we were married, then in dating after my divorce.

George W. Bush Knew He Was Too Stupid to Keep the CIA’s Torture Secrets

But that kind of snark is not where I wanted to go on WordPress, even though it was a good part of my online persona. I’m just old-school enough in my thinking about writing online to still feel like there is a difference between a journal and a blog. Journals are safe havens. You write what you want and generally people either stick around because they find it interesting or amusing, or they don’t. There’s an unwritten rule of “if you don’t like it, leave.” With blogs there is a sense of “if you put it on the internet, don’t complain when someone comes along and takes issue with what you write.” WordPress is huge, and the odds of someone coming along and trolling are too great, and I don’t have the kind of time required to moderate comments. Not that I have a bazillion readers, but people with strong opinions and broad vocabularies tend to be noticed sooner or later.

Did the poetry bit here for a while, and that’s what most of the folks who subscribed to this site signed up for, but as the clock runs down on the domain, I’m not sure what I want to do. I’ll renew it, of course. The name is as much a part of me as my eye color. I just don’t know what kind of writing to put here. Personal essays are too, well, personal when so many people know the person behind the name. And news is so depressing.

I have to think about this.

It’s late, so ostriches.

November 15, 2014

Could you just imagine baby ostriches running around your house? I like the sound of their feet on the carpet.

Hey, this is what I look at on YouTube at 3:30 a.m. It could be worse.

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