It’s 2023 and I decided that I wanted to blog more. The only trouble is, the word “blog” has become passé. Maybe the whole writing of them has, too. I don’t know. But I figured if I wanted to continue doing it, I should call it something else.
I consulted the thesaurus in my iphone to find possible alternatives. That’s when the word “blook” caught my attention. Blook? Really?
Just to be sure that was an actual word, I googled the definition of “blook.” The dictionary said it is “a book published in instalments on a weblog.”
Three problems with that – 1) the dictionary misspelled the word “installments” so my faith in its accuracy is now waning. 2) This isn’t a book in installments, although now they’ve got me thinking about that. And 3) The word “weblog” includes the word “blog,” which begs the question why change the name.
So while I ponder what to call this – welcome. Thanks for dropping in.
If you’re new here, I started this whatchamacallit back in March of 2009, before my first book, In Search of George Stephanopoulos, came out. Back then, I wrote a new thingamajig every day. Every single day.
Obama was president, so I still had hope…and a blissfully naïve belief that the dark days of George W. Bush’s presidency were behind us and so, surely, were the worst days we would ever see as a nation.
I know - hilarious.
Be that as it may, I am kind of excited to exercise what’s left of free speech to blather on about what crosses my mind these days, whether it’s the meaning of life, the freak show known as the United States House of Representatives, or Prince Harry’s 60 Minutes interview with Anderson Cooper last night.
I need to start with that last one first, because everyone has got an opinion about this and I’m no different.
The majority of people I know say that Harry should have kept his mouth shut. I disagree. I think speaking his truth is not only his right, but is incumbent upon him. I think it is unfair to let the press have their unfettered say, but not the people they are writing about.
I found his admissions heartbreaking, and his desire to heal, an act of bravery. And seeing to it that his wife didn’t suffer the same fate as his mother might be the single greatest legacy Diana left of all.
Will I buy his new book? Probably not. But I say, “Good for him and whoever ghost wrote it.” I’m all for employing writers.
Switching topics with zero finesse, as I type this, the House of Representatives has not yet voted on the Rules Package so congress can, you know, run. That’s supposed to happen later today, but I don’t count on it being smooth sailing after last week’s circus. If they should happen to pass it without fistfights in the chamber, then I think Vegas should start taking odds on how long before someone calls to vacate McCarthy from the speakership.
In preparation, I’ve got popcorn being delivered today between the hours of four and six.
I’m also in a bit of a reading frenzy right now. I’m almost done with a book on decluttering, and you’ll be happy to know that it’s an eBook I borrowed from the library, so I’m not actually adding to my “stuff” like I did with Marie Kondo’s book.
This book does not require me to pull out everything I own or to fold anything precisely, which is a good thing, because I have surrendered to the inevitable – I will never fold a fitted sheet correctly and my clothes have to fit my post-pandemic body, which let’s face it, is not sparking any kind of joy right now.
I hope that whatever the rest of your day brings, includes a little laughter and a new way of looking at something.
Until next time…thanks for stopping by.
