Saw this wonderful creation of Babs over on her blog, and she generously emailed me a copy of my very own!
I know this message speaks directly to me, and I hope you get a lift and a smile out of it as well. 😀
Later, beautiful people!
Had a bit of a HUGE night out last night, most unexpectedly. Catching up with an old workmate (in town from Sydney) I haven’t seen in almost six years. There were vodka martinis involved, and towards the end of the night a very fun-loving woman I’d met only ten minutes earlier was trying to hook me up with some very inappropriate men. Men, quick, run the other way!! I don’t date anymore, doesn’t she know that? Haha!
It was a rather late night out, and combined with alcohol (which I rarely touch these days), today I am wiped. I was meant to be going out tonight but instead I’m mouching around my apartment, feeling a little fluey and just a touch avoid-y about writing the things I REALLY need to write about.
So instead, you get this. Which I borrowed from Rachel. Who in turn borrowed it from others. Because it’s fun and because otherwise I wouldn’t be writing anything here at all.
I declare that I have a solid case of BADD!
It’s so baaadd (haha!) that sometimes I just don’t get around to commenting on all the blogs I love to read. At least not straight away. And then sometimes just not for ages and ages, so it seems kinda pointless… it’s a problem I freely cop to.
First up, I’m a blog junkie – I have around 300 blogs in my RSS, all nicely organised with various folders (Yoga blogs, PTSD blogs, techie blogs, eye candy – aka visual blogs, blogs I always want to read, blogs I can survive if I don’t read for a bit etc). They are also organised based on how frequently people post and all kinds of ways to make things manageable.
But I also rely on my blog reader for another thing – getting rid of the distractions that some people call design elements (no offense intended!).
If there’s too much going on with a blog – in terms of side bar elements, or colours or banners etc, I tend to lose focus and find it hard to read. So if I like the blog but the design causes too many distractions, then I tend to only go to the actual blog for commenting.
Which means that for me, it’s much better all-round if people let their RSS feed display full posts, instead of only the first paragraph or so.
I guess you could say my aesthetic values tend towards minimal design. Luurrrvvve me some white space, I do! Yep… the more white space and black text on white backgrounds I see, the more I like it.
(Of course, there’s always exceptions to the rule and some of my favourite blogs don’t meet the above description, yet I still adore them.)
Really though, anything that tears my eyes away from the text (including lack of appropriate paragraph usage and poor spelling) – and I am VERY easily distracted – makes it difficult for me to stay interested. It’s a weakness, I’ll admit it!
I think that’s partly to do with the number of blogs I read (as in, I get a bit exhausted from it all no matter how much I love it), but also because I lack a decent attention span when it comes to reading things online.
I KNOW I’m guilty of this too sometimes (although I do try hard to edit properly), but something is overly wordy or badly composed, I find it hard to finish. Even short blog posts!
It’s almost as if I need the things I read to be visually beautiful to look at, and when the words bounce around my mind, they need to resonate and invoke passion or imagery or… something! It’s one of those intangible things that can’t easily be qualified.
Then, EVEN if the writing is good and I usually like that person’s blog, occasionally I still can’t make myself read all the way through posts… or I’ll have a post open in my browser for days, trying to finish reading it and working out what I want to say. On account of the thoughts/feelings/mood evoked in a post.
Sometimes I can’t even stand to re-read my own writing once I’ve published it, and I can even lack the energy/desire to go back and edit something that really needs it. True story!
Honestly, I think my responses to such things are a little extreme. But that’s kinda just how I roll… it’s the reason I can read one book and not another, or be okay with only certain movies, regardless of their high/low brow status, how well they’ve been made, the actors or the director…
So it’s not personal if I don’t always write comments. Sometimes I don’t have anything to say. Other times, I’m overwhelmed and don’t know where to start.
But the other possibility is that I just that I have a chronic case of the BAADs.
And I don’t think there’s medication for that just yet… 😀
In case you weren’t aware, this yogini is a self-confessed #yogadork, and is also an avid reader of the always amusing/intriguing Yoga Dork blog.
Lately, this humble blogger has even fueled a couple of irreverent sassy/snarky/tongue-in-cheek YD posts (see here and here). YD is always happy to receive a tip and we just looove seeing what she makes of it.
But I’m sure all of us self-described #yogadorks have wondered about the person behind the nom de plume (*cough cough* says “Svasti”!!). At some stage via a Twitter DM I learned YD was female, but little more on the “About Yoga Dork” information front has been forthcoming, except for her love of all things yoga. But of course.
But thanks to the New York Times, we now have something of an expose: Yoga’s Serious. Except When It’s Not.
And a photo (no faces, but nice form)!
The article is something of a rave with the YD blog being described as “A kind of Gawker.com for yogis”. Nice compliment, eh?
So go say hello to Jennilyn Carson (aka Yoga Dork) over at the NYT. Get to know her a little better.
And if you’re not already reading the YD blog, then get your asana into gear chaps and chap-ettes, add her to your RSS!
You tic. I tack. You tease. I cajole. You shower me with a multitude of mirage-like oases. I try hard not to believe what I’m seeing, even though I secretly want to…
Wait, is this a dance? Coz if so, no one emailed me a YouTube video of the steps. I wasn’t assigned a super-hot Latin hunk to help me work it out, either. No matter how you look at it, it’s a bit of a screw up on your behalf, isn’t it? So forgive me if I’m a little pissed and just… befuddled. Fuck. I hate playing catch up!
For years, I had those dreams where I’m trying desperately to learn my lines but never quite manage it (still have ’em sometimes, even now). I’m reading the script or whatever, filling in for someone at the last minute. Cut scene, and I’m on stage in make up and costume. The audience has arrived and I have NO idea what to say next.
And I really, really hate that. Because I’m a professional, damnit! And in real life when on-stage, I always know my lines and choreography.
Anyway, just thought I should tell you that I’m having a real hard time working out which parts are legit.
And it shits me that only occasionally do I get hints of how it’ll all play out. This is worse than watching Lost for six years (not that I did that either, but you know what I mean, right?). I’d just like to see a path of some kind, even if the terrain gets rough with mountains, potholes and bush fires. That’d all be okay with me, as long as I have some idea of where I’m headed…
Instead, seems it’s more like an ocean with semi-permanent ten feet waves coming off a gigantic wave machine (just to keep ’em coming with regularity of some kind). I only ever glimpse parts of the sky, the horizon and even what’s nearby, in small chocolate-covered nuggets of time. Occasionally I’ll get to coast to the top of one of those waves and I think Ahhh! Which is fine. Even the terrifying slide back down is okay. If only it wasn’t happening all the damn time…
To be clear: What I’m saying is that I really don’t understand the morse code, okay? It’s just a tad on the uber-cryptic side and it is getting TIRING.
So a little more straight talk and a lot less with the weird symbolism if you don’t mind. It’d help me to help you. And I think we’d both like that, yeah?
It’s not that I’m asking the big WHY questions. Just… c’mon already, gimme a better view for a bit.
Then, perhaps I’m asking for the wrong things. Or, maybe it’s that I’m in the wrong place? The wrong time? I’ve no clue and apparently you aren’t about to hand me a synopsis (which kinda blows).
Really though, what’s it gonna be?
Why is it when I give a handful of coins to a man in a wheelchair sweetly crooning American Pie while his buddy plays guitar (not that I can afford to be giving away money right now, with the no income and all but hey, they made me smile and it seemed appropriate), that I feel like I’m doing something right? But that’s all I get. No other hints, nothing laid out. No clear marker pointing out the direction I need to head towards next.
I mean, I get that this isn’t The Amazing Race. But geez, you sure could stand to take a few tips from those guys on how to keep things moving along at a pace that doesn’t resemble a snail’s.
To my credit – I improvise, working with what I’m given as best I can. I’m putting in the hard yards! I try to stay cool with it all, even though I feel like things have gotten way off-course.
But I reckon I’m not the only one that’s questioning my motivation here. I mean, why on earth would this Svasti character keep plodding along when nothing seems to be going anywhere? None of the sub-plots are making sense and the story arc is barely coherent anymore. Let’s not even talk about consistency or continuity, okay?
Coz if we do, we’ll either have to get really stinking drunk or have the world’s most serious arm wrestle – to the death, of course. Or possibly both!
Maybe Universe, just MAYBE… you need to sack your production team and get some new writers in.
Just sayin’, okay? TTFN!
(P.S. This post was written under the influence of extreme frustration and should possibly be disregarded in its entirety.)
Some of you will be familiar with Anthroyogini (aka Amanda, the desert dwelling anthropologist). But the Anthroyogini blog is on hiatus right right now – or perhaps permanently (any news, Amanda?).
BUT Amanda has been blogging quite furiously and successfully for a few months now as Desert Book Chick. Which (no surprises here) is all about books. That gal reads at a furiously lightning-paced rate and has tweaked both her blog AND her book review posts until they glisten. She is doing incredibly well in her new blog-genre!
So if you like books at all, it’s definitely a good blog to keep tabs on.
Even more than that however, Desert Book Chick has really helped Amanda overcome her own very recent battle with depression.
Whether its yoga or dancing or writing or whatever… there’s plenty of evidence to show that if you throw yourself into whatever activity you’re passionate about, you CAN kick depression in the ass.
Make sure you read this wonderful post by Amanda:
…to learn how her book blog evolved, and how it has unexpectedly become much more important to her than she ever imagined it would!
I’m sooo not normally into this award business. Yes, I graciously accept blog awards (and post them here) when offered because I think it’s absolutely lovely of someone to think my blog worthy of some link love. Personally, I subscribe to around 300 blogs on all kinds of topics. I know, I’m a little blog-addicted!
But what can I say? How often does one receive an award with a rabbit on it? A rabbit that is against barring anything, for that matter? A very wise rabbit, really…
This was given to me by a very special lady – Karin from Beyond Words. Here’s the post she wrote on the awards (scroll down past the pretty pictures), and you can read about the origins of the award here.
Karin is an artist extraordinaire, and someone I’ve come to think of as a friend. She is so very talented, and also very giving. She has made video tutorials to explain her artistic processes for others, and last year I won a very special little green book from Karin’s giveaway competition.
I treasure it. But I’m yet to decide what I want to use it for, because writing in longhand is permanent, and so I want it to be GOOD! Perhaps it will be my diary when I’m immersed in a long retreat again later this year?
I didn’t share it at the time, but Karin also sent me this…
Isn’t it gorgeous? I had to fold it up into a triangle, and now it sits on the window sill, just off to the left above my writing desk with a collection of things that make me happy…
I hope Karin won’t mind me mentioning this – since she writes so bravely of it herself – but she is currently doing battle with breast cancer. While she’s been dealing with mortality, chemo, and intense pain (on top of the chronic pain she suffers in her wrists), she has still been creating, sharing and showing humour and grace under fire.
If you haven’t checked out her beautiful art yet, you should do so. Every post is a visual treat!
There are a lot of bloggers out there that I admire. Some of them I’ve linked to over and over again in various posts. And, while I could point to many of the regular suspects as “no holds barred” writers (you know who you are!), I thought I’d give this award to three bloggers I’ve come across more recently who also happen to write with painful-yet-inspiring honesty, and everything hanging out in the wind. They are brave to the point of bleeding and also very fine writers IMHO:
(Note: feel free to pass this on, or not!)
I don’t mean to offend anyone by mentioning some blogs and not others. I love all the blogs I read, regardless of how many comments I leave. And yes, you’re ALL in my Google Reader, okay? xo
Also, speaking of rabbits, I never did do a show and tell of the beautiful bunny that (the also very talented artist) Marcy from Ordinary Enchantment painted for me towards the end of last year. I did have a plan, believe or not! I was gonna to wait until I bought a frame for it and then write a post about it, but being the disorganised creature that I am (sometimes), I’m yet to buy a frame! So, please enjoy my photos of the initial un-boxing of my lovely rabbit painting. 🙂
Thank you Marcy, I REALLY do love my Witchy-Bun!! She makes me smile in my heart as well as on my face! 😀