Thursday, December 30, 2010
Descartes is probably rolling over in his grave...
Monday, December 27, 2010
Ah, the holidays... a time for love, family, and copious amounts of heavy food. It's always hams, turkeys,and other foods as dense as brick; sometimes denser, in the case of the infamous fruitcake. The point is every dish at a family meal I attend is a heavy, filling one. I'm always left feeling like Jabba the Hutt after a bad mayonnaise binge. I've decided that next year I will kill for a salad.
The Kansas City Chiefs are in the playoffs. The holidays aren't so bad, I suppose.
You can find more than football statistics and low-carb recipes using Google. It's honestly been one of my first and foremost tools in searching databases for prospective literary agents. More recently, I've been using it to dig for literary magazines to submit to, due to the suggestion of another writer I enjoyed a few beers with. It just amplifies the concept of trying to get published in a world before the internet. In my attempts to get published, the search engine is the oasis in a vast, exhausting wasteland, draining up-and-comers of every ounce of energy and inspiration, swallowing their talent like parched earth does the faintest trace of moisture.
In short, I'd rather drive across western Kansas then go without Google in my toolbox.
The Kansas City Chiefs are in the playoffs. The holidays aren't so bad, I suppose.
You can find more than football statistics and low-carb recipes using Google. It's honestly been one of my first and foremost tools in searching databases for prospective literary agents. More recently, I've been using it to dig for literary magazines to submit to, due to the suggestion of another writer I enjoyed a few beers with. It just amplifies the concept of trying to get published in a world before the internet. In my attempts to get published, the search engine is the oasis in a vast, exhausting wasteland, draining up-and-comers of every ounce of energy and inspiration, swallowing their talent like parched earth does the faintest trace of moisture.
In short, I'd rather drive across western Kansas then go without Google in my toolbox.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
The Following is a Test...
Blogs come and go; at least, they do when under my supervision. They are birthed within the electronic sea, drift aimlessly, and then eventually sleep with the digital fishes.
This time it's different, methinks. A period looms on the horizon, one of tumultuous possibility. An anchor would serve me well in keeping a stalwart position and avoid becoming awash in the uncertainty. An electronic anchor (i.e. this here blog) seems like the ideal candidate.
So, a plan has been conceived. I will continue this blog regularly, even if my audience is a vacant space. I will chart my life, my aspiring writing career, random observations, and the like. And should the peanut gallery try to dissuade me, I shall press on. Though, I do love legumes.
In closing, I hope you, arbitrary reader, will join me along the way.
This time it's different, methinks. A period looms on the horizon, one of tumultuous possibility. An anchor would serve me well in keeping a stalwart position and avoid becoming awash in the uncertainty. An electronic anchor (i.e. this here blog) seems like the ideal candidate.
So, a plan has been conceived. I will continue this blog regularly, even if my audience is a vacant space. I will chart my life, my aspiring writing career, random observations, and the like. And should the peanut gallery try to dissuade me, I shall press on. Though, I do love legumes.
In closing, I hope you, arbitrary reader, will join me along the way.
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