It struck me earlier that it was exactly this time of year, albatross Christmas behind us, present looking grim as Bush prepared to pass his hot mess to Obama .. yea, 2008. Good luck fixing this shit, darkie. That's what Bush said, laughing. Even Cheney grinned, kind of.
The economy was at a standstill. I was broke and "self employed," but at least the wife was moved out. She was expensive emotionally and cost a lot to support too. Me and Eli .. bachelors up for the challenge, cautiously optimistic, him 15 .. me 49.
It was about this day, then, in ott-eight, that Jeff aka nanatehay, my younger brother, introduced me to Open Salon where he had written several pieces, mostly political. He said it took two months before his first comment or rating. Not that his stuff wasn't good; it was rough for a newb at OS, or maybe they hated politics. The original beta clique members were a tough crowd. The site was only eight months old and after a test period Kerry Lauerman had OPENed the gates. Any cat or clown could join and be A WRITER! ---some beta members hissed.
I finally posted something, my first, with much trepidation, Jan 2 of 2009 I believe. Luckily it was lost in the purge along with most everything else I published back then. I was terrible at writing but what I lacked in technique I [over]compensated with [brilliant] personality, also making myself known reading and leaving worthy comments and ratings at the kool kids' blogs, many of which were truly fabulous. Also, most definitely looked for hidden treasures from new contributors, the leps like Tink, forming cliques of our own.
I became obsessed with OS. It was homepage on my computer, first thing I looked at every day. It wasn't rare to waste spend hours reading and commenting. And I wrote and wrote more, sometimes sending drafts to the real writer women for tips in writing and edits before publishing. They were so cool, happy to help and just for fun. Thanks ladies.
The OS cover was ever evolving with fast moving comment feed left, four hour ratings feed right, featured pieces center .. daily changes and several daily "Editor's Picks," not all of which even made it to the cover however; it was hard to get on that damned cover due to the editors having their maddening favorites : (`/ so there were fights over that, and fights over many other things. And this was even pre-token. Ha. I knew the original "Safe Bet" ---the famed professional gambleress blogger Suzi [RIP Suzi] Well, never met her personally but knew, you know. She didn't like me and I didn't blame her, although I did like her.
I did meat meet a lot of bloggers though, too. A lot. And there were romances, both in the flesh [once had Fireeyes24 and Robin Sneed in my hot tub simul-t] and by flirty comments leading to dirty OS private message, sometimes leading to live yahoo chat, then to naked international one handed phone calls. How fun.
Why the burst of nostalgia you ask? It's that reflective time of year, isn't it, and once again, an approximate anniversary. But .. also ... I was searching for an old blog yesterday, my one about THE ELEVENS because a friend was having a problem with them, like I have, and I ran into a comment to me from James Mark Emmerling, a great comment---his were always JEMs.
Carrie Fisher died, and then her mother today too, some say of grief, but I cried no tears for either of them. I did cry for Emmerling when he ran into the tree earlier this year. Isn't that something.
George Michael died too, so sad on Christmas day, and young at 53, but I cried no tears for George Michael. I did cry when we were told Kim Gamble passed this year. Dammit, innit.
Who else? I know "another steve" passed on, but I barely knew/knew of him. Does anyone recall Dakini Dancer? She was a beautiful blogging soul that died swimming laps way back in '09. Then too, I cried .. like cried my eyes out, and having never met her, or Gamble, or JME .. in person.
Right, too .. Sirenita Lake in '13 ... tears. Simply awful. She was here visiting, feeling bad like a flu and I talked to her in person before she was diagnosed. As many know, later, me and J went to San Francisco to visit. She was so sweet and gracious with us, even knowing she was very short for this world. Wow .. yeah, tears
Happy New Year folks. How are you doing? I've been reading my recently acquired collection of Carlos Castaneda.
Remember, don Juan always admonished, let death be your adviser.
the meaning of life, by nanatehay
The Emmerling comment I mentioned was at a different blog. Here it is.
Comment by James Mark Emmerling on March 29, 2013 at 2:30pm
Well aint u all fulla good cheer ..
There is evil in the world
for there are men in the world
Take away humans, no evil
but leave us alive, mucho evil-
It is the nature of our collective beasts
and will be the same, until our species is
evaporated by a meteor or another one of
them there Noah floods – yup
I tend to take life a bit more lightly. I see it as a funny dream I had one day.
It is surely true we gotta deal with mother nature :
But alas, 'tis spring time and the sun shines-
Life is good, as a little fairie once told my mom,
who in turn told me, to keep the circle rolling-
Like attracts like and I will choose to attract
the good that can be found up in here..
I do not consult The walleyed pike.
He is a damn stupid goddamn flopping fish, after all.
I got to say, you should take theology courses at yer local college.
I will laugh much and smile more at the beauty
I see everywhere I look-- will use wood raped from our
forests for profit to build things for vain over-privileged folks
for.. sigh.. profit-- HARK! BEWARE!!
but alas, the circle of life
still spins and I am just
along for the ride
I am a volunteer at the Forest Rape Hotline. I tell the woods, it aint yer fault, stop blaming yerself.
The woods? Are deep and dark and silent."