Saturday, April 30, 2005

My Pet Blog

So now you know how it was with my cats. Gerbil stories will wait for another day.

After Alex died I sometimes looked at the cement step he was buried under and contemplated my status as an incipient empty nester - if the creek don't rise, my son will go to college this fall and I'll be here alone. I thought, I could get another animal, but what if I were to start talking to a pet?

Since I already talk to myself sometimes, even in the grocery store, this seemed ikkily plausible.

I had promised my kids I would try not to become more eccentric than I am already. Therefore, instead of becoming a pet nut, I decided to get a blog.

Pratie Place is my pet blog. I feed it every day. I'm glad to see it in the morning and I prepare its breakfast every night.

Guess you could say I talk to my blog, but the nice thing is, unlike dogs and cats, my blog talks back, with the voices of real and interesting people who come to visit.

For a while, "traffic" and "links" were worrying me, but I've fixed this the same way I deal with too much world news: I don't look. I also went cold-turkey on BlogExplosion so I'd know any visitors were coming of their own free will.

Here is an earlier-millennium thought: Are we bloggers re-creating the Victorian custom of visiting? They got in their carriages (browsers), drove through the streets and stopped by the houses (blogs) of people who had stopped by their houses. They left their cards (comments) before they drove on. Later, presumably, the visitees would become the visitors.

For a long time I thought it might be fun to "write" but never felt I had anything of interest to say. Hence my Sonnet Service: a means to get paid for writing poetry without having to slog about with self-expression. It was expression-for-others, perfect for a lurker.

Then a few years ago I took a writing class from a depressed writer who had had a book published to tepid acclaim. She was bitter about the publishing world and the aggressive antics of her competitors, all jockeying for position, and thus convinced me - to give it up.

Wow, a class that persuades people to stop doing what they took the class to start doing! (For singing teachers who teach their students to hate singing, and cooking schools which teach their students to make inedible food, see Evil Institutes).

Discovering the blogging community provided an unexpected second chance. I'm glad you're here! Trying to think of something interesting every day is good for my brain and I hope I can stick with it. So far I haven't missed a day.

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At 8:40 AM, Blogger kenju said...

I for one, appreciate the fact that you write everyday. Your subject matter is always interesting, sometimes humorous and usually educational - so - what's not to like??

That's my calling card for today!

At 3:30 PM, Blogger Mirty said...

I have a blog and four dogs, so I think the two types of pets can easily co-exist. It's true that blogs are more conversational (though two of my dogs are rather verbal), but only a dog will look at you with big brown eyes that say, "You know, even on days when nobody else can stand to be around you and you feel like a total screw-up, I love you."

At 1:40 AM, Blogger EdWonk said...

I can remember studying (long ago) the Art of the Calling Card. There was something about the varied messages meant by turning one or more of the corners.

Alas, after so many years, so many students...

I have forgotten...

At 7:49 AM, Blogger Mirty said...

On the subject of evil institutions, I once attended a writing workship with a famous poet, who -- in class -- picked up and looked at one poem of mine, then looked at me and said, "I don't remember why I approved your being here. We're not going to read this." I was so humiliated. I can't say I gave up poetry, but I did give up attending writing workshops.

At 7:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mirty, did he say that in front of the entire class? sheesh, that is humiliating.

Triggers Paw Print

At 2:54 AM, Anonymous Adelicia said...

Like your blog.... I'am crazy about my pet dogs and always shop at Petco for them.


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