Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations.
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| You Listen to Me, Mr. Kick-Ass Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations. |
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Saturday, November 02, 2002 This is so deliciously wrong. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but my Boss is writing a play with a character called "Happy Flower." Should I tell her about this, or will it just bum her out? posted by Ginger | 9:59 PM Friday, November 01, 2002 Ooohh.. An Early Crack at The Friday Five! 1. Were you raised in a particular religious faith? No. None at all, actually. 2. Do you still practice that faith? Why or why not? Do I still practice nothing? Yes, I guess so. If you can say 'yes' to nothing. 3. What do you think happens after death? Some bad smells and insects. Actually, I do believe in 'ghosts' to some extent, but as much as I like the idea of being able to hang around, spy on family and chat with John Edwards on the Sci-Fi channel, I suspect that these are coping mechanisms for the living rather than manifestations of the dead. 4. What is your favorite religious ritual (participating in or just observing)? Surprisingly enough, I like most religious rituals--all religions, all types. Especially the pomp and consequence of Catholic rituals. I love rosaries and confession and confirmation and drinking bad wine. I also love Indigenous music and dances from lots of cultures (that which I've heard or seen, anyway), and really all the things people do to demonstrate faith (violence, oppression and snake-handling excepted). Maybe because I don't really understand where that feeling--the feeling of real faith--comes from, I find its expression so interesting and often moving. 5. Do you believe people are basically good? Yes. posted by Ginger | 1:22 AM Thursday, October 31, 2002 The Death of Blogging? Doesn't it seem like people aren't blogging so much any more? It has seemed on the decline since around midsummer. Blogs I read occasionally went on hiatus, merged with other blogs or shut down altogether. It would be so like me, to get into something just as it is on it's way from coolness to everyone-is-doing-it-so-it's-not-cool-anymore-ness, and I really knew blogging was in trouble when it showed up as the topic of last weeks' Doonesbury strips. Is it that blogging went from techno-nerd cachet to pop phenom exactly when a huge number of geek-prone folks were laid off their New Economy jobs? And after months of long, sunny days, gleefully coasting on severance packages and inflated unemployment checks, these selfsame dot-bombers realized if they wanted to keep up their Netflix memberships they had better get a job--any job--pronto. Thus, the death of blogging. Or is it that everyone who started blogging personal shit--and, lets be honest, that's what most blogs are--either ran out of interesting things to say, got busy with interesting things they didn't want to share with their questionable audience of friends and the occasional non-technophobic relative, or just got bored with the whole thing. They've moved on to their X-Boxes or music piracy, or whatever the kids are into these days. I am an unabashed blog-lover. I love blogging, but I love even more reading other people's blogs--friends, celebrities, but more often complete strangers. I read every word of Carrie's blogs and journals, including two years' worth of archives, for god's sake!, and I never have, nor expect ever will, meet her. I don't care to meet her--her words are enough for me. ... I had more to say but I got distracted and now I'm sick of this topic already. I wanted to get into people's need for memoir--the production and consumption of. That was the gist. Maybe later. Yawn. By the way, Mike pointed out this link to BlogTree some time back and I've never gotten around to registering before now. I can honestly say, with some embarassment, that I have no "parent" blog, because I don't recall every reading a blog in my life before I started mine. But if you were inspired in any way by ME--then by all means, sign up & give me some mad props, yo. posted by Ginger | 11:23 PM |
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