Sharpshooter Blues

I haven’t posted anything for a while because I’ve been waiting to see what shape this blog will take in my mind. Crystallize, but that’s silly. Instead I’ll try out different directions and we’ll see together. Mostly though, I just want it to be a way to share thoughts with friends, so we’ll see. Organic. Right?

This week I discovered an illustrator named Nick Dewar. He died this year at the age of 37, something I discovered AFTER I went to his website to look at his vintagey illustrations. Great lines. Made me think about mortality and what happens to an online existence after death. Who updates his website now? Anyway, it’s Sunday night, I just made a massive quiche, I hope that it isn’t overflowing in the oven as we speak…it just kept swallowing eggs and it was already so chock full of vegetables, I don’t know how that was possible.

Today I hiked Gavan hill with two dogs: Henry and Olive. The fabulous thing about dogs is the nick name potential. I’ll let you pick your own for those two, if you have the pleasure of their company. But don’t you think that dogs, or pets generally, lend them selves to nicking? Name yours.

The beautiful thing about housesitting is getting to try on someone elses’s life for a few days, wiggle around and see how it fits. I also enjoy how dogs curl up-nose tucked to tail, as if they might try to fit inside a dog-sized egg—can you imagine dogs hatching? Sounds awkward.

Anyway, I don’t mean to turn this into a cooking blog, there are so many exploding into the universe, but someone once told me that cooking is their way of loving (loving the people you cook for) and I like that. The timer’s going off so I’m off to check the eggsplotion. Goodnight!

A Beginning

F L O T S A M

8.26.2010

Traditionally the first day of school. For some reason, August 26th is the quintessential date in my mind for the first day of school, be it a Tuesday or a Thursday, in this year's case, it's a little too early for the unhurried private school start dates that leisurely begin after labor day. No, public schools have to beat the rush and get in their mandated counts of instructional hours. It reminds me of hot sticky school bus seats and stuffy classrooms and as the delightful line from a Meg Ryan movie once said, fresh bouquets of sharpened pencils. So, the inauspicious start to this blog: FLOTSAM, odds and ends or whatever floats in.

I've neer kept a blog before, although I do journal and have found that tow rules keep it successful. The rules are:

1. I have no expectations for writing regularly or deigns on particular content that I record.

2. I never go back and reread entries to avoid feeling self-concious or the pressures of being writerly.

What rules will help me keep a blog, I wonder? Rule number one applies. Rule number two will be: Minimal editing, minimal polish, re-reading ok.

As for the subject matter or intent, i hope to write about ideas and subjects that I find exciting and that you may find interesting, too.

So here goes.