Archive for April, 2006

This is my last entry

Did that get your attention? Sorry, this is not my last entry. I’m not quitting blogging, I’ve just been thinking (and reading) about it, and came across this article, This is my last entry: Why I shut down my blog, on Slate.

The author of the article, Sarah Hepola, an aspiring novelist, says that she’s quit blogging because:

Blogging wasn’t helping me write; it was keeping me from it.

Basically, she found blogging to be a “major distraction”:

I would sit down to start on my novel only to come up with five different blog entries.

One of the librarians (not named, on request) who responded to my questionnaire had a similar response; in answer to my question, Would you agree that blogging has improved your professional practice? she said:

In parts: yes, because I have been able to make contact with many people I would otherwise not have been in contact with, discussing technology and practice with librarians from all over the world. Also no, because I have found it very difficult to write for publication since I started blogging.

I haven’t found blogging to be particularly distracting, in the sense that it hasn’t been keeping me from anything. Although I have really reduced the amount of time I spend on games lately. I didn’t plan to cut down on my game time, it’s just something that’s happened. I think I was getting really fed up with having to dodge immature, brattish players on WoW all the time so I just started playing less and less. Blogging (and reading blogs) has just stepped in to fill the gap and the desire to play has diminished over time. (Of course, now that M is playing EQ2, which is much less popular and has almost no griefers or idiotic behavioural displays, I must confess I am tempted to start playing again. Am trying to resisting this time because I am not sure I will be able to devote enough time to writing the articles if I do.)

For me blogging has so far been a positive experience. Rather than distracting me from writing, it has helped me to write. Having a daily writing routine has made a huge difference in my ability to write. Really. You might not have noted any improvement or particular skill on this blog, but believe me, it has made a huge difference to my work life. Thanks to blogging, I’ve been (mostly) able to overcome my Fear of Writing.

I used to have difficulties writing the simplest email (I’m not referring to single word or one liner emails, although I would sometimes agonise over these too). Minutes - misery. Reports - complete hell. Now, thanks to all my ruminating (geddit?), all that seems to have become a problem of the past. I’m not going to claim that my writing skill or technique has improved, and that my emails, notes, minutes, reports, etc are all works of art (they’re not!) - what’s improved is my ability to just write. I’m really glad of this, because written work that would have taken me hours, days, to squeeze out of myself in the past, no longer make me break out in a cold sweat. (I still need to work on my Fear of Writing for (Traditional) Publication - writing my blogging article is proving very difficult.)

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Friday night

Friday night, for M and me, is known as Date Night. At least that’s the name it has in my head, I’m not entirely sure how M labels it. By date I am referring to the word in the sense of “[to] go steady: date regularly; have a steady relationship with”; not Phoenix dactylifera, the fruit. Friday night, Date Night, is a weekly event in our shared calendar - a time we set aside as time to spend together, for each other. I’m not sure how long we’ve had date night, it’s definitely been some years now I think (we’ve been together since 1997).

Our Date Night routine is usually fairly similar: we spend it in the city, browsing our favourite bookshops, having a meal, wandering around, talking. I love Date Night. I wind down from the stresses of the week, relax, enjoy M’s company, indulge in some retail therapy (usually involving books), do some people watching. By the time we get home, a couple of hours later, I’m usually pleasantly tired and almost ready for bed. The perfect way to end my work week. [I just realised I have mentioned Date Night before, in November - interesting to see my slightly different description of it then, and now.]

By definition, Date Night is usually just the two of us, but occasionally we opt to join others in social events of some sort. Last night’s Date Night was quite different from our usual - we spent it at a bowling club! We were invited to a surprise birthday party for a friend of M’s, R. R’s wife, E, planned the whole thing, even to the extent of getting a couple of the club’s members to volunteer to show all of us lawn bowls newbies how to play.

If you’re familiar with lawn bowls at all, you’re probably thinking of it as a game for “oldies”, retirees. I guess this image is due to the fact that as a casual sport, it is most popular amongst some retired folk. Still, stereotypes aside, we were all quite happy to give it a go, although none of us had played it before. This was especially true after having had a few beers and after eating lots of fried chicken, calamari, sausage rolls and hot chips. The people at the club were also very friendly and welcoming.

Lawn bowls is similar to bocce, in that you try to hit a small ball located some distance away from you - Wikipedia (of course) has a good description of the game. After having the rules explained to us and taking lots of practice shots, we had a fun time playing and making rude comments about those on opposing teams whenever they made good shots. It was a good night; we met R’s and E’s parents (whom we’d heard of but not had the pleasure of meeting before now), as well as a few new people.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be a good lawn bowls player, though. It’s a lot more complicated than it looks - the weighted balls have to be aimed in such a way that they roll in at the right point to be close to the little ball - known as a jack to the men, but called a kitty by the women - how quaint!

Picture: M on the green, juggling the jacks/kitties.

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Random thoughts…

… on a damp Friday morning.

Why does Baubles the Cat insist on going and standing in the rain, and why does she then come inside, sopping wet and complaining?

How does it feel to do the same job for fifty two years?

Why do I feel hungover this morning, when I haven’t had a drop of alcohol? (I had a flu vaccination yesterday and worked until 7:30pm. Maybe that had something to do with it?)

Is blogging really good for one’s career?

Addendum:
I want to go somewhere!

Vienna!
Kuala Lumpur!
Hong Kong!
Healesville!

sigh

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