Where do you all belong?

I’ve started my son’s musical education. In preparation for a road trip I took last year, I made several cds of music. The first of these was compiled with the destination in mind and included such classics as “My Sweet Lord”, “Here Comes the Sun”, “Gimme Danger” and “Venus in Furs”. So, I’ve been playing these songs for my ten year old in an effort to prepare him for the emotionally and psychologically fraught adolescence he is certain to have.

I’m sort of kidding about this. I’ve only been playing “My Sweet Lord” and “Here Comes the Sun” while the kids are in the car.

It’s not an inspiring start, but I am sort of hoping that keeping him well peppered with Beatles, Leonard Cohen and a bunch of assorted folk crap from my own emotionally and psychologically fraught adolescence (not including The Cure. Somewhere a line must be drawn.) that I will help us all avoid several brain pounding years of death metal.

This is all just a lead in to exclaim wonderously that over the first 6 hours of my first post in the latest spasm of this blog that many of you came back for a peek. I really should uninstall the ip trackers if I really don’t want to care about what you read, but in truth it fascinates me that you come here at all. I have no illusions about the crap I write on this site. Well, no, wait - I do have one or two illusions, but they’re centered around posts I wrote a long, long time ago. So, in a spiffing up effort, I spelled Obama’s name correctly and took a stab at tense consistency. Damn my mother. If you were to come over to my home, I would compensate by not tidying up.

This entry was posted on Thursday, February 21st, 2008 at 12:40 am and is filed under Just Mommy. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Big sigh

My Space for Barack

Several months ago in an attempt to restore order, simplicity, sanity and most importantly, maturity, back into my life, I took down the My Space page that I had so haphazardly slapped up. The wonderful thing about My Space is that the site almost welcomes self-annihilation. They make it so easy to delete one’s own profile. Take your chances, they say, but self-determination has always been yours. “We are not the Devil you make us.”

Now, I am considering starting a new page, one in which my only friends will be Tom and Barack Obama. I will let my politics come shining through . Proud and clear, they will maintain their innocence in historicity.

No, I don’t know what that means, and I was surprised to learn that ‘historicity’ is a word.

This will be a rant in progress. I may or may not offer explanation why, since early January until last Friday, the simple link to kangatopia brought up a blank white page. It should be sufficient to say that at least a couple of my readers were not shaken by my low tech attempt to set them free, and by this I was surprised, flattered and possibly a little frightened.

See, my problem is that I care WAY too much about what you all think. I spend lots and lots of little finger movements describing my relationship issues, my parenting pitfalls, my daily attempts at pretending that my soul is neither dying or in fact, dead. But, no more.

No More!

I am setting myself free. I will write about whatever I want, and if you disagree with me then just stop reading. I am not writing for you. I may not even write more than once or twice a year. I am no longer going to worry about updating this blog regularly, nor will I feel guilty if I don’t.

ps. And if I don’t make sense, or am oblivious to editing grammar and spelling, or begin sentences with the word, “and”, then… well, please take note that I am only holding myself accountable to my own sensibilities.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 at 4:03 pm and is filed under Just Mommy. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.