Geeze-Louise, I have a lot to learn about this blogging process. It’s a lot like having a child, and Soulseeking, my first blog, I think, has been wandering barefoot in the dessert of cyberspace like the proverbial red-headed stepchild. (No offense, Gingers, I love you all and your passionate grip on the world. I’m a lefty, and us outer-fringe-rs gotta band together and give each other moral support against the sinister plot to defame us).
I say I think Soulseeking was my first progeny because I suspect I have another offspring suffering even more neglect and malnourishment on the net. Well, someone who’s earned her bread and butter by scouring the internet for answers (yes, Virginia, there is a job like this, it’s called a market research analyst), I should be able to find that other lost lamb and invite him back into the fold.
So now like a parent who’s finally able to pay back child support, I’m gathering Soulseeking into the embrace of my nimble typing fingers and proud parent’s heart, acknowledging the recognition he earned on his own merit despite neglect (I’d failed to acknowledge some nice comments, and did so today with great thanks to people who had somehow discovered SS’ing, and vow not to commit that cardinal sin of blogging, ignoring readers, any more, Amen.)
Anyway, I’ve decided my little family of blogs is going to keep peace and now introduce SoulSeeking to his little sister, Catapult. Kids, get along, okay? Maybe you can share some friends, Soulseeking, you might want to show Catapult something about public speaking and how to dress up nice, since I think Catapult doesn’t have much sense of style yet.
acknowledgement: Many thanks to Dave and Marge, the real actors who posed as SS and Cat in their meeting up on a ridge, and to bob&sue, their agent. Now if you want something really of beauty, listen here. Utterly divine.



A facebook friend of mine notice I was up early. At that point I didn’t know whether I was up late (very) or up early. My sleep has been brief and interrupted. I think a lot has to do with the light from my laptop (or bloc note, as they call it here in Montreal). Apparently light eminating from a computer screen simulate sunlight, so the bright light right before bed throws diurnal rhythms out of whack. Even if we sleep the same amount, we get the equivalent of jet lag, as
ating from the screen can also disrupt your body’s ability to prepare for sleep and literally wind down… people who spend more pre-bedtime hours using the Internet or watching television are more likely to report that they don’t get enough sleep, even though they sleep almost as long as people who spend fewer pre-bedtime hours in front of a computer or television screen.
ting, straying, etc….I need to develop my own.
e ambiant noise was a couple large, new flat-screen TVs, with Obama delivering a live speech. I sat down in front of one of the screens in between some workmen in blue shirts, and tuned in to listen as Obama discussed his stimulus campaign during a town-hall meeting in Fort Myers, Fla.

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Ah, my love hate/relationship with blogging. I love to write but I’m not as diligent or consistent as a good blogger should be. In the interest of consistency, and trying to develop better habits, I decided to brush the dust off some older drafts and post them. Here’s one that is a little musty snippet…from April 2008! Yowza! Talk about procrastination!