Starting a Blog

Blogging has its setbacks just like any other hobby. When someone decides to take their hobby to the next level, some road maps for success should be researched.  Before diving head first into expectations of overnight success, simply decide what the theme of your blog will be.  Keep yourself on track.  Ask yourself some questions to get started.  Like these:

Do you write poetry? Are you bothered by the minimum wage discussion? Has anyone ever mentioned that you look like someone famous? Are you the go to person among your group of friends to solve a dilemma? Do you need to study some, allot, or not at all before taking a test to get an A? Is there something unique about your demographics or heritage? Are you a secret admirer? Are you looking foreword to a special occasion? Do people compliment you on what you wear? Do you play an instrument? What songs do you like listening to?  What food do people demand only you can bring to social gatherings?  Do you have a favorite radio station? Are you constantly taking photos? Do you spend time visiting particular sites on the Internet? Do you have a video game console? What kind of games do you like playing on it? Have you recently lost a loved one? Do you read magazine articles and/or book reviews regularly? Is your household geared toward following certain teams during basketball, football, soccer, baseball, hockey, etc. season? Are you an athlete, educator, or movie enthusiast?

Now that you've figured out for instance that- you like to snap photos during your daily commute to football practice -or- find yourself over reacting to the recommendations your friend gave you about a movie-Lets get ready to start a blog.

Take a moment to write down on paper some details about your existing social network profiles like passwords, screen names, email accounts and other log in information you might need to refer back to.  Having this info written down will save time later on.  

Now walk away.  Don't let your welcome wear off.  Treat your blog like a newly found treasure.  Wait.  Before you walk away jot down my page address and come back soon for the next installment of Starting a Blog!   

Taking a Lunch

Troubled by knowing that some individuals don't know when I'm paying them a compliment.  Like a dope I roll out of bed at 10 o'clock. Forgot my ambititons somewhere.  Probabally the night before when I was up until 4am trying to create them.  So what is this post about today?  I'll be a guest panelist on a pretend show.  I'm being asked my interjections about the 90 percent of college graduates that are looking for excuses for not stepping up.  How come corporate america keeps handing them their behinds.  Who is reading their blog and how come it takes so much time to get to the point of what their taking about.  How no one takes Craig's List seriously since they've been burned before.  Who forgot to get a recommendation letter?  Does that matter.  Box sing.  Box sing.  Box sing.  Creating enthrallment.  Am I talking to anyone.  Do you understand what I say?  Not where or when or how I blog but what I say.  I cant be talking to myself all the time.  Time to sync.  I caught a spelling error.  Sailor...not Sailer.  I'm obsessed with and complusive when given clues. 

Its not what I think

Its my perspective. Plainly, how I see.

One wants Hands On...One wants to do with eyes...one wants an audience...Watching this happen.  As a ninja spots an act, does a round house kick practice to the matter of this all chanting errupts 'Again!' 'More!' 'Again!' 'Again!' Some individuals cant stand up to an audience any longer.
Do you know how dificult my job is?  How my performance determines how much longer my employment will last?  How my job depends on knowing my audience and ministering to them?  Do you know what it's like not being able to 'feed' the audience a fresh word or in return being fed by the alertness of them?  Do you know what it feels like to be in a perpetual state of self critizsm due to the response recieved or lack there of from our audience? How fusterating it is not to be heard but seen-or not to be seen but noticed-or not be spoken to but of?  Like the scenes from a familiar setting being rearranged and finding yourself lost where you stand

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Earmarks: Invented Annoyances

Mass media broadcasts. Impossible to avoid. Like the damp, musty air lingering in a clinic waiting room.

I don't like knowing that pages I 'like' or allow access to on facebook are able to post as other pages I follow.


when I wake up and realize Ive settled, I hear a cranky vehicle driving down the street

when I lay in bed and visualize what Ive just slept to, I'm afraid of what machines do to me.  Feeds off me.  craves interaction.

I notice myself in the morning realizing that I'm on a beach hiding from people.  Afraid of being frightened.  Disturbed by how I frighten someone.

heard corn being thrown, feeding the birds.  The sound of a child's voice shrieks and says "Mommy, the birds are back!

Trying to make sense.  Been writing most of my life

Walking on my treadmill.  Remember noticing weeks ago walking on the beach.  With my dogs.  Go talk to a judge a voice says, then an apology.  Familiar face and older distinguished person

Earmarks annoy

How I'm vaguely blended into a greater working of some sort, translated to something else somewhere else.  Generating monetary assets like a dead force

Is there a connection between my computers and has  neglect developed since I unfairly spend time on the shared computer

Suddenly Ive realized a weight associated with connections online and feeds off me, draws on me, instantly accessing me when and where ever.

Tendency towards being overconfident, almost confrontational on my own when it doesn't matter, opposite spectrum with my self preset predetermined people living within a structured society, municipalities.
Making correlations between how I receive something and how its interpreted.

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