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susandennisWhile I don't hide my identity, I don't work hard to advertise it either. So I'm always a little surprised when I read about myself somewhere. As I mentioned, I've been following the progress of Eric Snowdeal IV. This morning I went to my Bloglines and clicked on his father's blog and read about me! It was a bit of a shock.
You can see by my my Bloglines that I have a lot of stuff on my list. Truthfully I really only faithfully every day, read the top 2 folders. I catch whatever is new in the next 5 folders often. The rest I get to every once in a while. or so. Most of these things are news items or blogs. Some of the blogs don't even have commenting available and the rest have it after a fashion but it's not a community experience like LJ so I don't often leave any comments.
I read and move on and assume the writer has no clue I was ever there. It tickles me to read (as often happens) something like "I know none of you are over 30 but..." or a sweeping statement about the writer knowing all the people who read the blog personally.
I've accumulated the list over several years and now don't even remember where/how I got hooked on most of them. Kind of like my LJ friends - I have no idea how I managed to stumble on some of you (but I'm ever so grateful that I did!).
When I write a journal entry, I'm generally well aware that it is going out to all the ships at sea. I can actually get a fair idea of which ships and how many by looking at the stats on my images (which I house on a server with software that munges the logs), and, of course, comments to my entries pretty much nail down specific readers. But the reality is that when I add an entry, I know for sure a handful of my LJ friends will read it and assume the rest of the world will not.
When I'm proven wrong, like this morning, it's kind of a surprise. Actually, kind of a pleasant one - especially in this case. I was waiting until I finished the book by Ann Leary before I sent an email or added a comment about it for Eric's parents. I wanted to make sure that nothing terrible happened. They have enough to deal with. But, nothing did. And, I suspect that anyone going through what Eric's folks are now will be fascinated with Leary's account of the same thing 13 years ago in England.
Eric IV is doing ok today, by the way. And the comparisons continue. Eric is dealing with breathing issues - on and off the ventaiator. Mom is bitching about having to haul around her oxygen tank. And she's not at all happy with her physical therapy or her therapist (who she keeps calling her trainer - too much Oprah?). Eric seems to just roll with the punches.
You can see by my my Bloglines that I have a lot of stuff on my list. Truthfully I really only faithfully every day, read the top 2 folders. I catch whatever is new in the next 5 folders often. The rest I get to every once in a while. or so. Most of these things are news items or blogs. Some of the blogs don't even have commenting available and the rest have it after a fashion but it's not a community experience like LJ so I don't often leave any comments.
I read and move on and assume the writer has no clue I was ever there. It tickles me to read (as often happens) something like "I know none of you are over 30 but..." or a sweeping statement about the writer knowing all the people who read the blog personally.
I've accumulated the list over several years and now don't even remember where/how I got hooked on most of them. Kind of like my LJ friends - I have no idea how I managed to stumble on some of you (but I'm ever so grateful that I did!).
When I write a journal entry, I'm generally well aware that it is going out to all the ships at sea. I can actually get a fair idea of which ships and how many by looking at the stats on my images (which I house on a server with software that munges the logs), and, of course, comments to my entries pretty much nail down specific readers. But the reality is that when I add an entry, I know for sure a handful of my LJ friends will read it and assume the rest of the world will not.
When I'm proven wrong, like this morning, it's kind of a surprise. Actually, kind of a pleasant one - especially in this case. I was waiting until I finished the book by Ann Leary before I sent an email or added a comment about it for Eric's parents. I wanted to make sure that nothing terrible happened. They have enough to deal with. But, nothing did. And, I suspect that anyone going through what Eric's folks are now will be fascinated with Leary's account of the same thing 13 years ago in England.
Eric IV is doing ok today, by the way. And the comparisons continue. Eric is dealing with breathing issues - on and off the ventaiator. Mom is bitching about having to haul around her oxygen tank. And she's not at all happy with her physical therapy or her therapist (who she keeps calling her trainer - too much Oprah?). Eric seems to just roll with the punches.
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Date: 2004-08-11 06:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-11 07:04 pm (UTC)And...
It's easy to think you're talking mostly (if not exclusively) to folks like you. And it's grand to know it isn't so.
So true and so beautifully put!