washwords

Oh, Hai (sorry reading lots of Lolcatz lately). Anywho, remember me?

So I’ve been on unapproved blog leave of absence lately. I’m sorry.

There’s a lot of excuses I could give – good ones! Really! I got engaged (and celebrated by fab pals!) I had visitors. I’m exploring interweb advertising and other commercial ventures. I’ve been sick. A moose ate my bloggy post.

But the truth is… I’ve been too mad and sad to blog. Too mad to blog? Whaaa? Blogs are for mad, right? Too sad to blog? Like that’s ever stopped me (ahh, that reminds me I really do need to post Washwords and the Single Parents Mingle Adventure! yee haw). Too scared? Well surely my bloggy friends could help.

But I’ve been struggling with this one – being scared, and mad and sad about… politics. My entire career(s) (whether as a journalist or a “govvie”) have trained me to be apolitical, non-partisan, non-personal. But now…things are changing. The political IS the personal (take abortion, feminism, religion… to name a few issues in both categories) and the stakes are higher (google “Sarah Palin and Jews for Jesus” or “equal pay for equal work, McCain” or “Sarah Palin, “I’d be AGAINST (thanks mom, for editorial correction!)  abortion even in cases of rape, even if it was my daughter” or creationism in schools or… wow, there are too many to go on, if you’re not sure this election matters.) Read the rest of this entry »

Disclaimer: These are non-partisan haikus, just observations of things I saw at the conventions

Campaign conventions
better than olympics, yes?
or is that just me?

VP announcement
on its way, remember folks
all “girls” not the same

Let the sunshine in
“Believe me, if I were prez
things would be different”

I want a prez for
Barney Smith not Smith Barney
wow. Barney seems nice

Wolf Blitzer, really?
“Heh, I used to play keyboard.”
click, ahh, P.B.S.

for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You

I have a lot more to say about “friends” as I enter the brave new social media world, where “friends” on various networks mean wildly different things to different people, where importing your contacts into any new communication service can lead to wildly embarrassing events (Uhh, who are you? Uhh, didn’t we go out once and then you never called?).

But I didn’t want to wait for this post to share this. Read the rest of this entry »