Open Call: how I started blogging

Kosh wants to know, so here's my story.

In 2006 or 7 or so, I met "La Sirenita" online through a different website. (We knew her on Open and here as Sirenita Lake/Cris Guitierrez) 

The site had a pretty specific audience, not mainstream at all, really, but the participants were smart and funny and there was some great story telling.  No art stuff. As in any social media site, there was also a lot of arguing and nonsense, but as here, participants could certainly choose not to engage. Anyway, Cris encouraged me to check out Open Salon, and eventually I did. 2009 or 10, I think it was. It took me probably a year or so after my first look to even feel brave enough to post something. I began commenting on others' posts as well.

The first ones to comment on my posts were Cris, Jon, JMac, and JME. Others followed.

When it all disintegrated, Cris told me about Our Salon, and I moved on over. 

I liked it here, and was glad to have a place to continue my online conversations with folks who have become important to me. 

That's how I came to be a blogger. 

I don't write much any more these days. I do come here and read at least a few times a week, make the occasional comment. I am only partly gone. I was sad to see that FM has moved on, joining the ever-lengthening list of those who've left. 

These days, most of my energy goes into painting, and I seem to produce images that are mostly about solitude, calm, dignity, age, and introspection. Abandoned barns, foggy water views, serene landscapes, old trucks...
I've done almost 30 paintings so far this year. I am still teaching at the college but have fewer classes at home. Something has to give.  

So, writing this was kind of a big deal for me. 

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Comment by koshersalaami on July 14, 2018 at 5:52pm

Thank you for this. 

We don’t always know who started out connected to whom. I barely knew Sirenita. For that matter, I barely knew Nan, though Tr ig and I commented on each other’s blogs all the time. Aside from Jon, the first person who befriended me on OS was L in the Southeast, AKA Lezlie. I’ve met her once. (And Jon once. And Rob Wittmann once. And The Good Daughter once. All separately.) I also started communicating a lot with Scanner pretty early on to the point where we hardly ever missed each other’s work, if we ever did. I don’t remember the names of all the people I spoke to regularly when I first got to Open. One was this young guy in Germany, an American, a mainly political blogger. Another had a name like A Colony Of Fools or something like that, a really good writer from Canada. When I first came across James Emmerling, he wasn’t writing prose, he was writing more like Arthur James. Kind of like Arthur anyway, maybe more like a cross between Arthur and JP Hart. I became friendly with him after he switched to prose. 

Comment by Rosigami on July 14, 2018 at 6:02pm

You're welcome. And right, Kosh. Sometimes the strings that lead from one to another start one place and end up another. I've met a few of us, and maybe someday I'll get the opportunity to meet others. Besides Cris, I met Nana, and din mutha, and spoke often with jme before he moved to be with Margaret. 

One thing blogging has taught me is that you don't actually need to meet people in person to develop meaningful relationships with them. It's something I value very highly.

Comment by koshersalaami on July 14, 2018 at 6:33pm

 Very true. The personal relationships are not about the personal meetings. 

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Comment by Rosigami on July 15, 2018 at 7:56am

As always, Jon, thanks for coming by. 

Comment by Rodney Roe on July 15, 2018 at 8:40am

Rosi, one of my regrets is that I can't really see your paintings (real or virtual).  Sometimes I can get a good sense of the work.  What I do value more is the civility and care with which you conduct your online presence.

From time to time I've gotten too busy with life to spend much time here.  I get that.  Just don't stay away :-)

On a philosophical note, I see life more every day as the Greeks did with each of us being a thread in the great tapestry unaware of the pattern or the path that an intersecting thread took to get to our path.  We truly can't go back again; those threads are somewhere else now. ( I looked for the house that I grew up in on Google Street View to see how it looks today.  There's another house there now. )


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