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The Family that Blogs Together
The Sessums are quite the blogging family. While the impetus belonged initially to Jeneane, and she's basically got editorial control over what gets put up for Jenna, we're starting to get some cool posts from George, too. I gotta say I'm a little envious. I talk to my long distance honey nearly every day; but even though he's not a writer, it'd be interesting to see the kind of stuff he'd put into a blog. Same goes for my not-so-long-distance parents, or even some of my aunts, uncles, cousins, or my granny (who claimed to me on the last visit she was interested in taking a class on using the Net, of which I was supportive-- I hope she follows through). They're all pretty smart people and they all have interesting things to offer. So here's me, admiring the Sessums for all being bloggers in their various ways and encouraging each other in their expression.
I'm curious, too, what kind of element this add to family dynamics. AKMA and son both blog, as do Elaine and b!x. I notice especially with the latter that both seem to provide each other with blogfodder in email and other conversations. It seems an interesting additional intellectual dimension to family relationships (which, I think, is why it gets me a little envious-- but not in a mean, grasping way-- just something I sort of aspire to). { link me }
This is Very Boring. Do Not Read.
Rageboy is still possessed by the loa. I am possessed by lomography. Why? I saw this picture.
Every camera I've ever owned has been fully automatic, bland, and for the most part, I've taken completely unremarkable, and even thoroughly bad pictures (with the exception of my digital camera). Fingers over the lense, blurry, pointless pictures of something I could capture with my eye and mind, but not with film. However, the spirit of lomography entails that you don't have to know what you are/have taking/taken a picture of beforehand/afterwards. At this point in my life, that sort of anarchic approach appeals to me. However, the Lomo Kompakt Automat camera (which created the cult that is now lomography) is kinda out of my price range. So I forked over $30 for the much less sexy Holga model. If I can acheive great things with Holga, maybe I will save up for an LC-A. Otherwise, I'm only out $30 and it'd make a nice present for a younger cousin or so.
My mission is to visually document Bellingham and capture both its moods and my moods as I progress towards (or fail at) my goal to move to Sydney.
I also haven't forgotten to practice my guitar, but the more I ineptly practice on my own, the more I feel convicted to go get lessons somewhere.
My next serious post will be about Elaine, magic, the feminine, and whatever else I feel like cramming in there.
Yesterday was my last acupuncture appointment for a while (unless I feel I need it again, which hopefully I won't). I was chatting with Timothy about all the seeds I've planted in pots out on my balcony-- basil (Elaine would be proud), thyme, mint, cilantro, various other herbs, poppies, lupine, nasturtiums, spinach (for fresh salads, yum), a mishmash of seeds I've bought last year and this. I've been enjoying watching them sprout up, although, because I sprouted them first and then planted them, I'm not sure what some of them are. So for now, it's "guess the mystery seedling." Anyway, I commented on all of this to my acupuncturist, and I said something about how funny it was, that transformation from a little seed-- such tiny little specks, some of them-- into a plant. "It's a dang miracle!" he exclaimed to me. Yeah. Corny, in some ways, but deep and true at the same time.
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